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My Book
I've been writing in this since I was thirteen in 2007. I still am writing in it, and it will probably be my legacy till the day I die. (Don't start reading from the beginning as my writing was atrocious then.)
Messy Entry
Everything feels so wrong at the moment. The thoughts are so messy and I'm lost in these series of transitions. Moving here and there, everything is so disorganized that I'm lost. Its not like I like the order as well. I'd want a balance of both. But I'm lost so, so lost so lost and so lost. Its scary, beyond words. Who do I trust, Who am I? What do I wanna do? Why is adulthood so scary? The ground beneath my feet is shattering and its like I'm falling, falling into a decent of I don't know.

I don't know, why exiting even matters anymore, and all I can do is run home... to a home that I don't even feel like I belong. To a home that I'm unsure. I just wanna be with you, but this distance is like a glass wall between us. I wonder whats on the other side. Why am I remembering about you, you who I have thrown away that I regret. Everything is collapsing on itself and I'm in the center of it, lost and unsure what to do. I miss you, but you're probably either too busy, don't care, have someone else, or don't exist. I shouldn't exist. So messy, so unorganized, these thoughts are. ******** I may have been typing like yoda. This is an ancient technique one of my mentors taught me, the Proctor. I miss the proctor. I miss the proctor a lot, but it doesn't care about me anymore.

Class is starting I guess I'll end the unorganize thoughts here





 
 
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