I have never been in love. I have second thoughts about my beliefs. I get anxiety attacks almost all the time. I love culture. I hate traditions. My mind is out of my control. I think about every damned thing. I hate that I am too damned intelligent. I think about the most undesirable things which will come to me in future. People cry for their dead. I cry for for my living, who are on their way out. When it will come, my eyes will stay dry. Nobody understands love better than me. Its too damned tough. Love is not for everyone. I want to love. I want to believe. I play around with my mind. When I am happy, I feel shallow. When I am depressed, I feel deep. I think about the next 40-50 years of my life, and I ask this question: How will I pull myself on for that long? Death is the road to awe.
sara said,
December 25, 2007 @ 9:43 am
I was going to copy words of this post that I so relate to & comment them here.. But then I found that I was about to copy paste the whole thing..
You can say all of that again.. I relate to each sentence up here!
With respect,
sara said,
December 26, 2007 @ 4:24 am
“How will I pull myself on for that long?”
Well:
“We both had done the math. Kelly added it all up and… knew she had to let me go. I added it up, and knew that I had… lost her. ‘cos I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So… I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I – , I couldn’t even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over *nothing*. And that’s when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that’s what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I’m back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass… And I’ve lost her all over again. I’m so sad that I don’t have Kelly. But I’m so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?”
~ from cast away ~
stinger said,
December 26, 2007 @ 7:58 pm
Brilliant!
leenoo said,
January 1, 2008 @ 9:59 pm
You can do it, you’re okay, you’ll be okay…
We’re very similar except that I’m always in love with something or somebody…
stinger said,
January 2, 2008 @ 7:02 pm
Leena: You are lucky
Marian said,
April 4, 2008 @ 2:09 pm
I think in this momment i’m crying…i don’t know if i am happy, if i am sad… depressed
i feel like i died last night…it’s so weird…
i heard this song before all that things started.. i didn’t know what it is…i heard it just a few fractions of seconds.. i heard-it again when i waked up… i didn’t know what it is…but i had that rithm in my mind…
last night i had a strong deja-vu about life… i wrote a text..is not in english..english is not my first language…but that text is so weird…it doesn’t have any sense…i’m afraid to read it…i know what i wrote at the finish…
Life doesn’t have any sense unless is lived reverse..(from the end to start…)
i know i have to read that ..like that..reverse
maybe i’m fooling arrownd with what i wrote here but for me it have a meaning, i am scarred.. i don’t know is my 3rd deja-vu that is so strong, so intense, but this one ..was so horible… i’m affraid for another one…i just want all this thing to stop…i’m not shure if i can handdle another experience like that
i would realy like to tock with someone who think he can understand my feelings…
have a great live… maybe u dont’t know what the unknowledge is…but i’m shure is the most precious thing ever.. soo don’t look for answers..
Same_kNight said,
August 16, 2009 @ 1:13 am
i’m sad and delusion like you are. too bad there are first-impression things/tabus