I have mental illness. Mind clarity is rare, too briefly and often too late. Old friends and acquaintances would look away when they see me. Yup, that unpopular. Of course, I get angry and hurt but deep down, I know I’d do the same too, if I saw 'me'. That’s the icy cold papercut truth. The illness cuts even deeper. I thank you for your readership. Your presence here makes me feel less alone. This blog helps me remember my true worth as a person, and how my own mind threatens it.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
changing my mind
I don't want to live. I want to live.
I don't want to live. I want to live.
I don't want to live. I want to live.
I don't want to live. I want to live.
I don't want to live.I want to live. I keep changing my mind
i always try to remember that, "if i am to die, then let me live". we cannot truly live or die, if we do not accept our own mortality. living is a process of dying and dying a standpoint to look back as to how much we lived. it's an inseparable paradox. it's like being bisexual and having two lovers. why give up either or? cheers. nice bloggie.
i always try to remember that, "if i am to die, then let me live". we cannot truly live or die, if we do not accept our own mortality. living is a process of dying and dying a standpoint to look back as to how much we lived. it's an inseparable paradox. it's like being bisexual and having two lovers. why give up either or? cheers. nice bloggie.
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