We are not very functional when sleepy hahaha.
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This is the kind of ache that eats onto itself.
I cannot find the right words. And any half-hearted attempt to describe it would not do justice. It feels like there's a gaping wound where my heart should be, and it feels like I'm content with my abyss.
I've been on track. I'm trying to be a good example to my kids. I'm trying to be the graddaughter they never had to the old folks. I'm trying to be the best friend I can be. I'm trying to be involved in the family. I'm trying to be the optimal Nicole that I want.
But the mirror mocks me.
There is no beauty in the vincible
Passionate sympathy at best
And even then, your expiry date beckons
Who do I think I am
Not enough.
I will laugh because I want you to laugh. I will smile because I want you to smile. And I will continue doing the happy I do to upkeep all of you who is important to me.
And when all who I love sleeps, I will let my demons tear my sanity apart.
All these postings look really tragic but I'm really a very cheery person. Like my friends know me for being very ridiculous and frivalously yoloing everything and being a great fun to be around (OH STOP IT YOU GUYS) and I think I want that image. If I can't be happy, at least let all I love be happy.
This depression comes when I'm alone.
Man I should be alone less.
Hm.