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09 August 2002 @ 11:59 pm
Living comes much easier once we admit we're dying...  
Hear me, speaking
Asking why I even bother
Tell me, how you
Live from day to day...

"They remain socially withdrawn to protect the vulnerable self and to sort out their mixed, and increasingly negative feelings. They gradually feel different from others and therefore exempt from living as others do. Self-pity leads to self-indulgence, to becoming melancholic dreamers, disdainful, decadent and sensual, living in a fantasy world that repels any kind of pressure or intrusion. Increasingly temperamental, impractical, unproductive, effete, and petulant."

"When their dreams and expectations fail, they become angry at themselves: self-inhibited, depressed, alienated, incapacitated, blocked, and emotionally paralyzed."

I feel like I'm making all the wrong choices... I don't know why I still try... I just want to crawl away to my own dark corner and forget about everything else. I feel like an angel who's had her wings clipped, but still longs to fly...

Maybe falling feels the same...
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy
Current Music: Dream Theater - Blind Faith
Richcpiseco on August 10th, 2002 12:20 am (UTC)
It's not the flying. Anyone can do that, even for the shortest amount of time. It is, in essence, falling.

It is the landing that determines who we are.