shirubia: (shinji)
Thoughts lead to feelings that lead to behaviours that lead to thoughts that lead to feelings that lead to behaviours that lead to thoughts that lead to feelings that lead to behaviours that lead to thoughts that lead to feelings that lead to behaviours that lead to thoughts that lead to feelings that lead to behaviours that lead to thoughts that lead to feelings that lead to behaviours that lead to thoughts-

Yeah. Now I get it.

I need the tag "PMS is a bitch" or something.

But hey, I should give myself more credit. I've come further than I thought. I've made a huge effort. Does that count?

What do I want right now? I don't know. Maybe a hug. Maybe to leave Earth and never come back.
Humans are too complicated, and I'm kind of tired today.

I think I really want that hug, but I'd rather be strong. I'd rather be sharp as steel and cold as indifference.

And I can't, because I'm human too - and a pretty soft and warm human, in fact.

First post of 2016... and a shitty one! Don't thank me, pls.

PS: I just made that tag.
shirubia: (moon)
You see,
there's a cat inside this box
and I don't want to know if it's dead.
shirubia: (music)
Why are you so upset? You cannot sink any lower. You cannot go any further. The "no" was final and you knew it. All of this should be relieving, because nothing else is going to happen.

That feeling in the pit of your stomach will disappear if you breathe slowly and deeply. This has happened before. The anxiety won't last forever. You just need to be patient for a while.

Keep walking. Smell the fresh air. Look up at the night sky and stare into the darkness.

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