“The only thing standing between me and total happiness is reality”
Life’s sometimes absolutely horrendous, I know it pretty good myself. Far too often it can feel like you’re going through hell and so you wish you already were in hell where nothing can surprise you anymore. Standing alone and helplessly watching how your life is running through your fingers, day by day, month by month, and you can’t do anything to stop this. To make your appearance noticeable. You’re a ghost in the world of living creatures, jealous of their breathing, beating heart, happy souls. You wanna be like them but you’re not able to doesn’t matter how much you want to. They’re alive. You’re just a living dead soul. You’re drowning in your own pain and agony and have no one to save you even tho there’s a lot of people around you who like to call themselves saviors. But words aren’t everything, are they now? Words are knives not plasters.