Mad Girl's Love Song
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Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
When your longest support whom you rely on to say the simple things such as ‘you are going to be ok’, ‘you are worthy’, ‘you are a good person and deserve to live’ stops responding to your texts. How am I supposed to believe these things now?
Wednesday February 15th
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solacewithinchaos said:
You /are/ a wonderful person, and definitely deserve to live! I know how it feels to lose that long time support; it’s excruciatingly painful in every way. But just know that you also have support from others, and myself :) <3
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ana-and-me said:
::hugs:: I know what you mean.
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