Tomorrow And It's Shitness

Tomorrow and it's shitness

It's strange to me. So so strange.

There is a certain fear, that is always constant. That only naive people or children don't have. And even then, some exceptions exist.

The fear of the tomorrow, of the future.

It doesn't hurt, because it can't. Not to me, at least.

I always thought that I had a lot of responsibilities.

I didn't.

I don't.

I dont fell fear from the tomorrow, because I don't need to. Not now.

I trust blindly that tomorrow is going to be normal. Maybe okay, maybe not okay.

But... normal.

It's strange to me. So so strange.

That after all this time, I only noticed now. And that surprise me, because I felt that fear once.

Even if it was weak, blurred. I felt. And even if it was weak or blurred. It was big, and overwhelming.

And this time, and only this time.

I am glad i forgot what it fell like.

Wtf

They think man are another race? Or, idk, higher beings with no vulnerability?

Sorry to ruin your ignorance, but bad things are not exclusivity.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

A Perfect Recall, Is Too Perfect For Me.

But, oh, So Tempting.

I wish I had a perfect memory. Everything would be much easier. I already have a good memory, I know that much. But, oh, how much I wish I could remember how everything was.

Today was a good day, as was yesterday, as was some days before that. But, I know from experience, that won't last. In little time I will forget the calm days I have passed. And the only memories I would have... well, in less words, the only memories I would really remember, would be the strongest. Where there was pain. Where there was a change.

The calm days, like today was, would be nothing but little specs of sentiments, of the big picture they once were. But I guess that is okay. I can't be perfect, can I? Well... not much can be said or done about this forgetful problem, hmm? I can only appreciate it now.

But it's okay. I may not remember what happened exactly, but I know what I felt.

(it's so little, that I know, that I actually remember. But, oh dear me, don't worry, one calm memory may not show the fellings as strong as it use to. But I guess I have enough calm memories for that issue.)

But it is certainly a shame. Such a good day I had today.

Humans and it's f*ck up emotions, that I hold dearly.

I am anxious, oh yes, I am.

New school, you know.

New people, new things that I, need, should know.

Don't mistake me, I am not a very nervous person ( I am, but that is what are masks for, right? Show them a lie they like, so they don't know the true.) Or so I told myself.

I don't even know why I am like this! Am I afraid of the rejection? That if I do something wrong I am out? That maybe I am going to be incapable of follow theier level? And nothing can change that? Am I afraid that... I won't be enough??

I think I already the answer. Oh yes. Yes, I do.

I should have guessed already, shoudnt I?

I really am human, huh? Oh well I had some hope. But even then, it only makes sense, doesn't it?

You can't escape from what you are.

I am just happy that I'm not a clown fish, I don't make good jokes.