Thoughts #1
Thought I would start a journal here. The only bad thing I can think of starting one is the fact I could be judged on something from the past to use against me. Oh well, I kind of don't care as long as I write how I feel down somewhere. Maybe I'll find a brave soul to relate with some day, or just giving more reasons someone wouldn't like me. Either way, I'm doing it; tough. It nullifies loneliness a bit.
I suppose I could start on today's thoughts which is the 19th of May, Tuesday 2015 at around 8:40PM.
I'm laying on a couch much older than I am. Mild headache. Feeling a little sadness within my heart. A familiar feeling I know very well. That gut feeling of "Why do I still keep going?" lingering inside. That doesn't necessarily mean I'm contemplating death, but more of what my purpose is. I've carried many burdens in life thus far. So much pain and still it comes to haunt me every so often. I imagine myself living another life, getting up everyday and greeting parents I never had before. Giving and receiving love, even if it's unclear or an awkward type of love. Actually doing things as a family, bonding, experiencing, keeping memories. Why do I still go on?
All things that live have the instinct to survive. It's all I know. I'm just a random accident, I feel like. I don't feel loved. I don't feel like I belong.
I'm called names. Called depressed, by those who think they're a psychologist with a medical degree in misdiagnosing people on the internet. I'm called names for being a stranger, the new misunderstood, misinterpreted person. I thought those who serve the community whether volunteering or in other ways are supposed to give support, not mistreatment or neglect. I forgot, I'm just a mere member. Bleh. Physicalities are more important than the personality of a living thing. Like the food chain, tigers lions and bears oh my. Yet a black mamba could kill an elephant in half an hour (approx.).
Oh hello there Agent Luna, lemme give you a slap in the face for stating an honest opinion on the internet, you cyber terrorist you. Swat team at my door. Sorry officer I should be careful what I say on the net, the pen is mightier than the sword. I'm a big meanie-pants.
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