I have trouble knowing when something begins and when it ends.
Akira
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I’ve been feeling quite empty, lately.
I’ve been rattling on metal, but the cage makes no sound.
There's a saying that people start to notice the little things when they fall in love with someone.
Or, at least, that's what someone who's never committed a murder would say.
I’m not a suicidal person.
But sometimes I’d look at myself in the eye and wonder:
What if?
It’s 2 AM and nothing has been okay for a while.
At 8 years old all I had was a striped sock, a cherry-scented toy bracelet, and Orion's constellation a constant lingering flicker above my head.
I always thought it was my equivalent to the wedding ring my dad still keeps hanging around his neck.
There are days when I would catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, perpetual frown and furrowed brows and all, and wonder why I have so many walls up.
There’s ivy all over my body where the walls can’t hold.
Do you ever feel that strange urge to cry but no tears would come out?
Like a dam threatening to break.
Social media’s become something of a depressive drug to me.
It’s an addicting lonely feeling.
Ever since I was a kid I would always look up at the ceiling and wonder, “What would happen if this suddenly collapsed above me?”
Where would you run? Where would you go?