I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. Charlotte Brontë

Most of the time our words fail us, the more we think about them, the more they run away. Replaced with a smile, a nod, or tears, but not the word in itself. Sadness? Fear? maybe that is why we act more than we speak, for words cannot simply express how we understand ourselves

“I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?” 
― Ned Vizzini

There wast enough sadness to go around today, so i ate up all of it and purged the words out of myself but nothing was coming out, nothing

11/27/17
1:00 am