Bitter.
No joy left in life. All that one could look forward to now appears to be routine and obligatory.
Nothing can bring a smile upon the face.
The past seems glorious, the future bleak, the heart is heavy, mind is weak.
Concerns are aggravated, yet the bitterness doesn't let you worry. It frustrates.
There is no scope for victory, only motivation for revenge. One envies every other, even those who are pitiable.
Everything around you is normal, you are simply.... bitter.
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All that one could look forward to now appears to be routine and obligatory.
The past seems glorious, the future bleak, the heart is heavy, mind is weak.
One envies every other, even those who are pitiable.
Yes.
I know how that is.
You amaze me sometimes.
If it's something you thought of, that's fine. if it's autobiographical, it's not.
JS
and thats when we look around. and i see a butterfly. and i see a tree leaning over the concrete road to give shade. and i feel a wind blow past and ruffle my head. and i know i just need a change of perspective. just shake your head. refresh and start again.
everything i write is in some way or the other, auto-biographical..
and perspectives change every moment.. emotions rise and fall.. i attempt to capture them so that they can be recalled..
even if it's autobiographical, i think it's perfectly fine. one can't expect to have butterflies hovering around them all the time. there are moths too.
okay, i should just stop embarassing myself.
and i'll go write a new post.
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