in_omnia
06 November 2006 @ 08:09 pm
wax and wane as if the moon
I hate being nervous. And I hate being afraid. It makes everything darker and more hopeless. I don't have faith in my friendships or my sense of purpose, and everything to which I'm bending my heart and mind seems fragile and pointless and illusory. There's no way to convince myself that these emotions are wrong. I can only tell myself that they're false-feelings...and try to believe it.

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Love Song: Reeltime Travelers - Like a Songbird That Has Fallen
Prepare a Face: depressed