The cold is numbing. I like the numbing pain that the cold brings, it numbs my soul the way it numbs my toes. It makes me feel nothing and I like it.
Feeling nothing for a while isn’t a bad thing, just temporarily though. Feeling nothing means you have time to rest from everything around you and think about what you’d like to feel instead of feeling things that people tell you to feel.
It’s a bit hot in England right now. Especially where I live, it’s making me sit in just sweat and it’s not pleasant. I’ve always preferred the cold to the heat. A lot of people disagree, but it’s just so much more satisfying when you’re cold and you warm up than when you’re hot and waiting to not be sticky anymore.
When you’re hot, you’re just hot and you can’t do much about it unless you have a fan or air conditioning. However, when you’re cold you can hope under your covers or add a few more layers. It’s just a lot more convenient.
The cold is my warmth. Ironically.
Silence vs. Sound. Which one do I exactly like? I like both, in different circumstances. It’s not absolute, I don’t love one of them and hate the other. I like both, I appreciate both.
Everything in life is balanced between their opposites. You must learn to like and appreciate the both. Just like silence and sound. It takes us a while to adjust, but I guess I like a bit of both. I enjoy the silence because it lets my mind breathe, and gives me myself to talk to, a bit of bonding with yourself is essential, to me at least. However, I enjoy the fun and rowdiness of noise. It makes it seem like I’m not alone, I enjoy being with my friends and the laughter it creates. If I truly have any friends.
Balancing between the both for me, is essential since too much of one is intoxicating and doesn’t really do me a favour. Sometimes I need less of one than the other, and that’s perfectly fine because that’s just what I need for that particular day. Not a 50/50 balance, maybe a 20/80 split is just enough to make me happy.
So, recently I’ve been feeling down, and to try and counteract that I’ve been thinking about things that make me happy. I thought that if I wrote down things that made me happy, it’d make me, well… happier. I’ve been thinking about this quite a bit, to see the light amidst everything bad. Trying to give myself hope that maybe one day things will get better.
Things never go the way I want them to, and I’m very emotional. My emotions are like the ocean, any movement and it can cause a wave. Even if I don’t like to admit it, it’s true. I’m very fragile.
It’s more about the little things really, more than the big things. I’d say I’m pretty good at concealing my emotions and acting like I’m okay, but most of the time I’m not. I just want to be with people that genuinely love and care about me.
So, about my feelings and things I like. I decided to start a mini series about things I like and write about them. I think I might do a series of things that make me sad too, to make myself feel more comfortable about me talking about my sadness and what makes me sad because I’ve always felt like it was a bad thing to keep it concealed and hidden, but it’s what I’m used too and I doubt that will ever change. But I’m trying to change, to make myself happier.
She fell in love,
not because you bought her flowers on valentines.
She fell in love,
not because you told her that you’d marry her some day.
She fell in love,
not because of your ring she wears on her finger.
She fell in love,
because you showed her the sky and beyond. You showed her the meaning of love, and within that meaning she found you. You were the salvation to her dying soul, you showed her how bright someones eyes could shine when they looked at her. The excitement that built up in her stomach and blew up in her soul when she saw you.
She fell in love…
with you, and only you, because you chose to love her even when she failed to love herself.
She fell in love,
and you will forever hold the key to her heart.
She fell in love.
Sometimes I feel as though I don’t deserve the things that other people have, because I’m ungrateful, cruel and just undeserving of things.
I don’t deserve the friendship that I see other people have, and I don’t deserve the love others have. That makes me sad sometimes, just sometimes. I have to lie, hide and act like a criminal even when I see no wrong in my actions. I don’t know if I should live like this, sometimes I feel on the high when I’m with the people I love and want in my life but sometimes I feel down and compare.
Comparing is a dangerous thing, it makes its way into our hearts and sows its seed until it becomes a black rose and leaves thorns behind to mark its territory because even if it seems like you’ve plucked the rose and its gone, the pain is still there and it makes us cruel and dark. I sometimes feel like that, I feel sad and dull at the same time. I can’t express it in any other way, I can’t tell people because the words get stuck in my mouth and honestly, it doesn’t feel any better once I’ve told someone because it feels as though someone has tried to pull thorn out and now its bleeding endlessly. It hurts and I feel like crying a lot of the time, but I try to be happy with the people around me who love me.
I don’t deserve anything, I wonder too hard about what I’ve done wrong and how I can be better instead of loving what I have and cherishing the moments that are around me. I get jealous and then I become the wicked girl that I dread, but I can’t do anything about it but let the wicked girl that lives inside me breathe for a while, whilst I die a little each time inside.
You saw the word euphoria, and you didn’t know what it meant. I’ll tell you what it means, and I’ll also tell you something you didn’t know.
Euphoria means to be in a state of intense happiness. You put me in that state.
It’s always hard to convey my feelings, without the help of pen and paper or in this case, a keyboard, but what I’m trying to say is that you make me happy. You really do. I may seem unemotional, but I really do feel it all there, in my heart. Every smile, every touch, every moment with you makes my heart go wild. And the best thing? It’s only you. Only you make me feel that way.
I know you feel uneasy about me not telling you how I feel and what I’m thinking but most of the time I’m just thinking about how damn happy you make me feel.
You’ll probably never see this because I’ll never show you, but if you ever stumble upon this or I show you for some reason, I hope you read this over and over again to remind yourself how much you mean to me.
Happy New Year! And congratulations to everyone who made it through to 2016.
To be honest, 2016 wasn’t a bad year for me. Sure, I’m still a little lost and bad things have happened but I also met new and good people that I consider quite special to me.
2016 has been one hell of a ride, and we all can agree on that. We lost some great treasures along the way (Bowie, Carrie Fisher, Alan Rickman and Prince) and with Brexit and Trump we don’t know how to feel about the world we’re living in right now.
Through all the pain and heartbreak, there has been ups too and these are all personal to us. Personally, I started university and I love it even though the stuff we’re doing is hard it’s enjoyable. I also made great friends, and left behind some people who were toxic and I don’t know if it was the right thing to do but none the less it happened. I’m slightly happier than before. I laugh more and smile more thanks to a few people in my life and I’m sure you’ve all had those moments where someone or something made you smile.
2016 may have been a bad year for you overall, but try to remember that one time you were happy during this year and you won’t find it all that bad. Bad always outweighs the good, but it doesn’t have to. Love yourself and carry on laughing.
Stay strong for 2017 and have fun!