Sometimes I wish I could know what not crying every night feels like. And it doesn't have to be anything serious, it just washes over my like tidal waves and ceases to stop.
I just find more ways to make myself hurt, and then try to find ways to validate them. I know that I AM the cause for my suffering and my emotions. I know I need to stop but I don't know if I even want to stop myself from mental mutilation.
Not easy to write out, because I dont even know how to properly explain what Im feeling. You would think a Writing Arts major would be able to comprehend her words more clearly. The crippling negativity that is chronic and always present in the back of my head or an annoying itch from a clothing tag you forgot to rip off.
Sometimes a shorter journal entry is better. I'm not sure what in life is for the best.