I let myself believe this was possible.
That it was,in fact,already happening.
But I'm not going to fret over the stupidity of believing.
Wouldn't that just be a waste of psychic energy?
Another excuse to engage in an endless cycle of negativity?
Experts in the field of human behaviour,
would agree that my will to believe was not a sign of stupidity.
Experts would agree that my will to believe was a sure sign of INSANITY.
...&It was that wretched,misguiding,leechlike parasite called hope.
I need someone.Right now.
Anyone,please.
I'm sorry but I don't know if I can keep up this act how much longer.
Playing happy was never & will never be my specialty anyway.
To just crash any moment.
Anytime.
Nevermind me.I'm just moodswinging.
Oh,& indulging in extreme selfpity I suppose.
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Just one good cry.
Really.That's all I need to let out the tiredness,stress,pain & then to pick myself up again.
Tonight.I'll be over & done with it.
&I thought...Nevermind.