Tunes in my head: Christine by Siouxsie and the Banshees
Atmosphere: Miserably lonely.
I went for a walk to get a newspaper, and came back with a realisation (and a panic attack.)
Everything I do, from music tastes to creatively writing, revolves around one theme.
Every emotion I feel seems to revolve around some permutation of it.
Loneliness.
Always there.
It explains everything. The constant selflessness. The need for affection and praise. The silliness. The eccentricity. The emotional side. All a cry for help.
I need somebody to do something to prevent me from dying. Not physically. But emotionally. Creatively. Psychologically.
Help.
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