How many of u have gone through that specific mood , when nothing feels right, and all you wanna do is probably just cry , but again when ur ready with the tissue box , u cant even cry...it just doesnt happen..
Caught in the similar trap , the only way to vent, i discovered was blogging , even scribbling in my diary dint help. I didnt even try ..... Its funny how nothing feels to go the way it should , but neither can u find the flaws in ur superficial-perfect-life. Memories keep haunting , with purpose u listen to songs that depress u even further and u try ur best to cry, even if it is just a counatble number of tears ...u never know, what if it may help ....... And then u try to remember all the bad things that had ever happened to you , and go back and read your diary and blog posts again and again just to remind urself how much of pain you had once gone through . If your alone , you tend to stand in front of the mirror , place ur fingers and scratch it like they reflected the worst u kud ever look... and then u dont even smile at the dinner table , and u start expecting things that are so impractical , u want this guy u like to like u back when in real that is so far from happening , and then u want all ur frnz to appear in front of you like they were magical creatres and get you out of this bloody mess. And then you start blogging for no reason and believe this blog page can help , but obviously it doesnt . It doesnt really help.....it never never does....and m sure it never will....
........... It doesnt really help.....it never never does....and m sure it never will....
