"Everything seems to be going well, when suddenly… There is silence. You do not speak a word. When I ask you a question, you merely nod in response. At lunchtime, your concentration is on your plate. You share a few forced minutes of your time before hastily escaping to your sanctuary.
This long, anxious, and heart-breaking silence may last a week, or even a month, but for me, it feels like a lifetime. At some point I become angry, and my gaze meets yours. It is then that I see your hell. The sight freezes my blood, and I know only to pray.
- What fight is that?
- Who placed you in that pit of sadness?
- What created the war that torments you?
Then, one day, when I’ve almost forgotten the sound of your laughter, and even the tone of your voice, you return from the abyss, your intense loneliness in tow. Alone you reached rock bottom, licked your wounds, conferred with your demons, and alone you returned. Alone, utterly alone…"
"I feel isolated in plain sight, always surrounded by people but never discussing anything important, never trusting that I can. I believe my situation is unworkable, that I can’t have a healthy and open relationship with anyone I know; I require a fresh slate, a second life, one with new players and no memories."
"Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.."
Anonymous asked: "Your so perfect"
No, I have many, many imperfections, but thank you.
私は愛されるよりも何も望んでいない。
I wanted nothing more than to be loved.
知られるように、尊重されるように。
To be known and to be respected.
小さい怪物のように扱われることがあります
To be treated less like a monster—
多くの人間のように。
—and more like a human.
(Source: kizuuato, via living-the-wrong-life)