4 years ago. June 27, 2020 at 2:07 AM
When does life become fun? Ive had enough of things being tough. I don't want to keep banging my head against a door that isn't going to open. Feeling a little hopeless.
When does life become fun? Ive had enough of things being tough. I don't want to keep banging my head against a door that isn't going to open. Feeling a little hopeless.
Im curious if anyone else has become tempted to delete their account in recent days? There seems to be a lot of anger in general out there at the moment and i get why, but its like a pressure cooker.
Wants to repeatedly smack her head against the desk.....
And its not like me but could do with a hug.
Oh thats right its just me.... where has that desk gone?
You realise your submissive tendencies might be getting the best of you lol
At the end of the road there is a house with no number.
You darent enter for there is a monster within
You devise plans with friends who can get in
But no one does.
What does this monster do, you want to go monster hunting
No one can answer for no one knows
Why is a monster
Everyone is to scared to find out.
No one knows
You take turns running up and running away.
You must never go near this house.
Its not safe
Its dangerous
You grow and little and ask what does the monster do? Does it have special powers? Is it alone?
Its dangerous you must never go to the house with no number....
Years go by, you grow and others ask why you can't go there. You can't answer them.
You try to get a bit closer to the house to find out running away each time.
Why go somewhere its dangerous and not safe ... what are you doing?
Eventually you get to the house.
Its the home of a teddy bear who no one visits.
You go home...
You haven't been there have you?
No
Good its dangerous
The house at the end of the road is a mirror of your own home. You realise the monster is next you. Its mask still in place unaware.
When you keep questioning the mask moves... when its caught out its gone a monster with no mask is not a pretty site. Its full of spite.
When you leave for the house at the end of the road to meet the teddy bear. The thing no one tells you is you become the monster at the end of the road and all you can do is watch and wait as the house at the end of the road has something you love but it can't approch the house at the end of the street for it has a monster in it. You pop your head out.... see its dangerous you can't be near it,
And so you wait and wait wondering if the curiosity will ever bring them closer again never knowing for beware there is a house with no name with a monster inside.
.... its just not the house you believed it was
At the end of the road there is a house with no number.
You darent enter for there is a monster within
You devise plans with friends who can get in
But no one does.
What does this monster do, you want to go monster hunting
No one can answer for no one knows
Why is a monster
Everyone is to scared to find out.
No one knows
You take turns running up and running away.
You must never go near this house.
Its not safe
Its dangerous
You grow and little and ask what does the monster do? Does it have special powers? Is it alone?
Its dangerous you must never go to the house with no number....
Years go by, you grow and others ask why you can't go there. You can't answer them.
You try to get a bit closer to the house to find out running away each time.
Why go somewhere its dangerous and not safe ... what are you doing?
Eventually you get to the house.
Its the home of a teddy bear who no one visits.
You go home...
You haven't been there have you?
No
Good its dangerous
The house at the end of the road is a mirror of your own home. You realise the monster is next you. Its mask still in place unaware.
When you keep questioning the mask moves... when its caught out its gone a monster with no mask is not a pretty site. Its full of spite.
When you leave for the house at the end of the road to meet the teddy bear. The thing no one tells you is you become the monster at the end of the road and all you can do is watch and wait as the house at the end of the road has something you love but it can't approch the house at the end of the street for it has a monster in it. You pop your head out.... see its dangerous you can't be near it,
And so you wait and wait wondering if the curiosity will ever bring them closer again never knowing for beware there is a house with no name with a monster inside.
.... its just not the house you believed it was
When you can't sleep because its too cold. So you want a hot water bottle but its too cold to get the hot water bottle..... lazy dilemmas
When you can't sleep because its too cold. So you want a hot water bottle but its too cold to get the hot water bottle..... lazy dilemmas
It gets exhausting sometimes. But that's life i suppose. The only thing worth collecting is memories and just hope they are good ones. Over time even the good ones become painful.
Im starting to think im much more masochistic and a self sadist than I ever thought possible.
Ever have a day thats completely unremarkable completely mundane and somehow draining and exhausting.
Lying in bed wondering how long the quiet is going to last, when the storm will start for me or even if it will and hoping against hope people i no longer see are safe.
But here i am like most days. Making dinner for one. Doing some washing and typing. Coming home to an empty home. Somehow I still have a side of the bed with the other half empty. Lying here staring at the ceiling both wondering and knowing it will be the same tomorrow. Each and every night
Im curious many consider them an expression of art but does anyone consider them a form of self branding... just being curious