What happens if you are a person with too much love inside of you and no place for it to go? What happens if your passion and fire is too hot? What happens if you feel like it’s burning you from the inside, threatening to destroy you, burning you alive?
I know my posts go from positive to very sad and negative sometimes. That’s because sometimes I’m okay, and sometimes I’m just not. Part of me wants to be strong and independent, and the other part just wants to love and be loved with a desperation that is truly frightening.
The idea that this is it… it kills me. It hurts too much. I want so much to believe that there is more, that somewhere out there is a love just for me. But here I am… alone, sitting on the floor in a flood of tears wondering what the point is. I would NEVER consider ending things, but honestly there are times where I feel like I am already dead. Sometimes my only escape is numbing myself with endless hours of Netflix. There just has to be more than this. I live, but this does not feel like a life.