Wednesday, January 25, 2012
The Morning Bell
"Did you see them? With all their feelings hanging out? With their emotions exposed?"
"I know, what a freak."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Crying myself to sleep, wondering why I never truly feel loved. You?"
Written by Me at 1:39 AM
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Me : Same!!
there is something different about your blog, I feel so, And btw YaaaaY I posted the first comment!
i love the image. :)
I've always wondered if such 'freaks' feel loved? But thank you, you always make me feel loved. :)
I have been a follower of this site since 2007. A lot has happened between now and then. Whenever the I start to feel too small, I find myself turning over these words in my mind, like worry-stones.
It makes me shine so bright to see this place getting the recognition it deserves. Thank you for all you've done.
Just.. please.. don't stop writing yet. I still need you
That was my most recent lesson learnt. Sometimes you make me wish that the world was much, much smaller so that we could be friends in each others' physical presence.
This one is great. Hooray for freaks.
This was my reality the other night. And now I feel real again.
Everybody is somebody else's weirdo. We all deal differently, we all adapt differently, and we each have a different grieving mechanism. However, no matter what, you should always know that there is always someone, somewhere out there that does love you. Maybe they just don't know how to show it right.
i can't explain to you how beautiful it feels to cry, even that really ugly kind of cry that shakes your body. i'm not saying about everything, or all the time, just when you really feel moved. and maybe that makes me a freak, i'll accept that with open arms.
Give me the definition of wind chimes... as opposed to an empty barrel
I wonder why we numb our feelings? Is it just our ego? The fear of being hurt or is it something to do with Pavlov's training bell?
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