thoughts

from fuckit

there is something people hardly understand about me. when my feelings became a mess i can't recognize what's before me. i just can't separate feelings, control emotions or understand conversations. i don't know where to go, what to say, what to do. my ritual is to write and let the heavyness in the words and god knows who it releases me. it's like a delivery of troubles out of my hands at the final. that doesn't solve much but it helps. people need to understand there is no mystery, no secret, no magic. i just want to be left alone like somebody else.