Madly Tired

What the fuck am I even doing.

I'll stop. That's a promise.

A promise to myself.

I can't keep doing this.

So tired.

Promise is a Promise

Is it logically sound to say that someone is dead to you, and yet at the same time, you feel anger because of them?

They're not at fault, no, that's not the reason you're angry, but they are the cause of your anger.

But isn't saying someone's dead to you meant to be that you don't acknowledge their existence anymore?

This all of course, is referring to my current thought stream, so replace all those "you"s with I/me.

I'm angry, because this time, there's really no one to be angry for me. And I want to be angry for myself for once.

The fact of the problem is that no one knows, because I haven't told anyone. And it's not like I'm blaming them anyway, am I?

Well, it doesn't matter. No one reads this.

I don't know. I just want to feel something, and anger seems the appropriate emotion to feel in my current predicament.

This girl, there's something about her that attracts me to her, and yet, I see no chance whatsoever. Not that I've never had a chance to start with, more like I blew a few of them, and now there's no break in the defence of fate to create a chance.

I don't know what I felt for this girl. There was a tugging at my heart, and I had no idea what emotion my body is trying to convey to me.

So now I just feel irritated. And to break off this mild attraction, I need to feel a stronger emotion, and rage is quite an appropriate emotion to feel.

So, you are dead to me.

Ambushed

I have this horrible feeling sneaking up on me from my gut and it's like it will eat me up very soon.

Is it jealousy?!

Fuck.