Early morning thoughts

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They say picking at your nails is a form of self harm, I guess I just saw it as coping with everything.

Breathing through a panic attack seems to be the hardest part of anxiety and turning to people is the hardest part of recovery. I know better than to trust in people but I also know better than to look in the mirror and see something worth looking at. I am not cruel, I just have a way with the painful truth and maybe that’s why I prefer to be alone. I could write symphonies for you but I highly doubt it’s anything you’d be interested in hearing, because I am and always will be an abrupt ending to the story, the creak in the stair, the half cracked mirror just barely holding it together. I do not write words to make you happy I write because it’s the only way my useless thoughts may possibly mean something someday. I’d love to see a real smile on my face but it’s been so long I don’t know if i’m completely aware of what i’m feeling at this point. They used the word Bipolar to describe me along with a list.. Sometimes I feel like i’m just another mental case in a stack, just another unread book, and another unopened CD.

 

  • Author: Olivia London (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2016 13:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Augustus

    Writing is cathartic and that should help. But that aside, you have a way of grabbing the reader and leave him wanting more. Keep up the good work.



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