“At the end of the day, you either focus on what separates you…
or what holds you together.”

/The O.C.

SHUSH, MY HEART

“After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.”

/The Witch of Portobello, Paulo Coelho

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Why are we here, when we were going there?
My day ended as quickly as it started.
I dont know how to look forward.
Enough.. for today. I'm too afraid to even touch my phone.


Please tell me we are not parallels.
Heading for the same direction, but never meeting at a point.

Please tell me we are real love; that the reason for the agony, is the ecstasy.

More so recently, it seems that when I am about to sleep and end my day, I feel like I survived my thoughts. I am shock sometimes, by the amount and content of things going through my head every second I am awake. It is like an endless war raging. I get so tired thinking of everything and nothing.

 Maybe I am just stressed, my thought system is overworked.
(Intrusive thoughts, please go away)

Cant believe two weeks have passed like a day- only four more weeks, and I will probably not touch a weave loom again O_O (I do hope to own one in the future (and a knit machine and sewing machine), just for my own leisure use haha :D)

A nice kind of Sad..

“There it goes again. That heavy feeling in your chest when you don’t feel any desire to speak or move. All you want to do is close your eyes and sleep, because the process of being broken is incredibly exhausting. You attempt your best to make your days fulfilling, but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to connect to anyone or anything.”

WE FOUND LOVE

It's like you're screaming, and no one can hear
You almost feel ashamed
That someone could be that important
That without them, you feel like nothing
No one will ever understand how much it hurts
You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you
And when it's over, and it's gone
You almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back
So that you could have the good