I really miss everything about being younger. I miss the way I loved my dad and he loved me. I miss the way I only cried over small things, things that I and everyone else knew were only temporary. I miss thinking sadness would always come to an end, that happiness was the default emotion. I really miss the way my mom seemed happy. I miss things like having faith in myself, having faith in feelings, having faith in others. I miss not second-guessing every single choice Ive made. I miss thinking God was there, that he would always be there, that he once existed, that he was real. I miss simplicity, and how I didn't care if I were to be judged. I didn't even notice. I miss hating the idea of cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol, and I miss honestly saying to those that cared that I will stay away from all that, that I don't see the point in any of it. I miss having purpose or reason for being here, or at least thinking I had purpose or reason for being here. I miss my grandmother being younger, and I miss thinking no one I loved could ever, ever die. I miss thinking the future was hopeful, I miss thinking I had an infinite amount of possibility. Fuck, I miss being infinite.
I miss thinking I had nothing to miss. I miss not thinking about all the things I will miss forever.
I'm tired of being sad and longing for something else. I'm tired of being tired of mainly everything, especially this fucking brain of mine.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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OH MY GOSH! You're my new favorite blogger. I love that you can put so much sadness and reality into your entries without sounding like a pity party. You're an amazing writer and someone with your talent will surely one day be happy.
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