I look at my mother.
And I wish I could just give her so much more. I don't know how she does it, day after day.
I wish I could just take away all her pain and loneliness she ignores. I wish I could supply her with an endless amount of joy and happiness, as well as my dad.
Are these the lives we are inevitably bound to lead and live?
Everything hurts so much. They deserve so much more than this mediocre lonely and loveless life. I wish I really could just put them in my pocket and keep them from any harm and hurt whatsoever for all the days of their lives. I don't know how they do it every day. The loneliness already kills me, it's unbearable.
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- mynameisjane
- hi, with warning. i am entirely damaged and crazy with masochistic tendencies and an addictive self-destructive personality. but i am in the trials of self-recovery- though thoroughly failing in the process, here's to hoping- one day- someday. in form of pure tried articulation of the written word, this space keeps the highly erratic and darkly emotional self reflection of my contemplative life with bits of sunshine scattered in between. i am a mess; i absolutely create disasters and inevitably fuck everything up. so decide if you are one who actually thinks and chooses for his own mind or one who is fated to predestined cowardice, forever running away like the rest of the narrow minded sheep in this world and unable to embrace the violent and bittersweet storm of harsh realness.
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