fix of a broken heart
The fix of a broken heart
I woke up today with uneasy sense of reality. Today will be another day which I would face sheer uncertainty. So far nothing makes sense with what I have been doing. One moment I am living out my passion with art and then the next I become this depressed lonely being. Yesterday was another vague attempt to validate my reason of existence in this world. Obviously material things could never satisfy anything spiritual. Then there’s my attempt to face my fears which later lead to confusion and undeniable impair. My friend Ice told me that I know the solution of my problem but I do not do anything to fix the problem which is very true. I am just imagining that I have a special connection with someone when actually everything is just a power struggling with another person. I do not love him but I just want to conquer his sullen heart. I know but I just ignore the clear fact that he loves another girl and that girl loves him back. I just miss the days when someone loves me dear and holds me special in his heart. I am still this hopeless romantic despite my angry nature. I don’t know why I don’t want to face reality and forcibly hung into false romances. Maybe I thought that it would accompany me through my aimless existence. I know I must let go and good this would follow.
You know my fix for a fake broken heart are researching about the latest on the horror flick genre, watching horror movies (trying to discern their plot if there is one), write my insanities (like what I a doing right now), reading a couple of suggestive text, and fixing my attention to my real love. In summary its just blood, gore, sex, and art. The typical components of a derange manic depressive being. J
I woke up today with uneasy sense of reality. Today will be another day which I would face sheer uncertainty. So far nothing makes sense with what I have been doing. One moment I am living out my passion with art and then the next I become this depressed lonely being. Yesterday was another vague attempt to validate my reason of existence in this world. Obviously material things could never satisfy anything spiritual. Then there’s my attempt to face my fears which later lead to confusion and undeniable impair. My friend Ice told me that I know the solution of my problem but I do not do anything to fix the problem which is very true. I am just imagining that I have a special connection with someone when actually everything is just a power struggling with another person. I do not love him but I just want to conquer his sullen heart. I know but I just ignore the clear fact that he loves another girl and that girl loves him back. I just miss the days when someone loves me dear and holds me special in his heart. I am still this hopeless romantic despite my angry nature. I don’t know why I don’t want to face reality and forcibly hung into false romances. Maybe I thought that it would accompany me through my aimless existence. I know I must let go and good this would follow.
You know my fix for a fake broken heart are researching about the latest on the horror flick genre, watching horror movies (trying to discern their plot if there is one), write my insanities (like what I a doing right now), reading a couple of suggestive text, and fixing my attention to my real love. In summary its just blood, gore, sex, and art. The typical components of a derange manic depressive being. J
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