it feels like there is no way out
And that there is nothing that can be done to alleviate this feeling
And nobody else quite understands
And it can never get better
And you are afraid of what may come
And of how much worse it’s going to get
And sometimes you are right
Sometimes it really does get worse
This indescribable feeling…
That one in the pit of your stomach…
Jealousy with just the right amount of loneliness.
Sometimes that just totally wins.
This feeling is one of those so called “character defects”
But, unlike most of the other ones
You suffer the repercussions of this one
And in the end….
No large enough amount of love from others can help you get rid of this one
In the end…
Only through sitting through it
And feeling it
And taking it
I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world’s still there. Do I believe the world’s still there? Is it still out there?… Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I’m no different.
so i’m an hour into pulp fiction, and i’m bored out of my mind.
you are nuts girl… one of the greatest movies ever.