Because it hurts, because the pain never goes away. Feeling it in its unadulterated form broke my spirit, and this perdition of a cycle is slowly gnawing my insides. God help me.
Everyday is a battle. I dread waking up in the morning and sleeping in the early morning. I hate the fact that whenever I wake up I go into the same cycle no matter how hard I try not to. I try to lull myself into a pleasant dream free from the neurotic pandemonium that is my mind.
There's a physical pain associated with the anguish that I want to escape from. I avoid my room, avoid thoughts, shows, anything that would bring me back to that horrible cycle of pain but I discovered that I can't. It's my thoughts, I can't escape my thoughts.
I'm so sick of crying, of not having any purpose whatsoever for going on. I remember Angelina Jolie saying that she cut herself in her younger years to feel alive. I want to feel alive but I'm too cowardly to feel that. I want physical pain to overpower the psychological pain.
I've degenerated into someone like this. So empty, devoid of any wonderful feeling, I'm impotent for life. I have no capability whatsoever to feel alive in a non-existential sense. The unstable facade is crashing down.
I know this is a phase. I'm wishing this is just a phase.
Years ago, I imagined myself leaving college, brimming with hope and having a certain sense of fulfillment. Instead, I'll be bidding it adieu with my spirit broken. I'll facing the world with a white flag on my hand.
I'm neurotic and paranoid. That's how I've defined myself for the past three years. I don't wear those states as badges of honor. I'm aware that they're baggages that I'm better off without. And I believe the reason why I'm such as basket case is my nature as a soon-to-be active volcano (I'm fairly dormant...)
I have a lot of pent-up feelings, opinions that I've withheld for a long time. Some are pretty strong, acidic at the very least while some are petty.... well, all can be considered petty to some extent. I've always favored social niceties over honesty - the friggin' lonely word. Is honesty really the best policy?