I don’t know if I’m nearing that so called burn out stage, but I feel like I’m dangerously close.▲ | reblog
is the worst kind.
It accumulates in tufts,
and you’re never really sure you’re sad,
until it turns into a giant snowball,
and bowls you over.
Down, and out.▲1 | reblog
Sometimes we look at ourselves,
and see not ourselves,
but someone else.
A stranger from a time passed,
A visitor from the future,
Or a twin from the present.
Who am I today?
I wondered aloud.▲1 | reblog
Someone I know got rid of his feelings because he was overwhelmed by them.
Sometimes I want to take mine by the throat then strangle them, until their lips turn blue and I no longer feel anything except apathy - which is really feeling nothing at all.▲1 | reblog