こんにちは人類、私はHaileyブログである

She lives in an imaginary world and words are little ants walking across a page
she reacts to the name Rachel, sadly such a common name
quirks are what makes her day
http://psychedelisch.tumblr.com/
offer her a kat (meowmeow) and she'd ♥ you forever
18yearsofage + psychology dip ϟ ϟ ϟ thunderstorm

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i am a little confused. everyone has days like these right ? not being able to pin point your emotions. but deep down you know why but you wont acknowledge it. now whose fault is it ? denial denial. take the problems of others, blow it up like a doll, and then fret over how much you have fed it with exaggerated thought that eventually led it to being a size too big. then you wonder, why care so much ?
In a world that is driven by social obligations and what not (i sure wished we were all schizotypals? or was it schizoids, ah well) it'd be better right. if no one actually knew the definition of living life. what you didnt know would have never hurt you. the freedom you never knew nor tasted would have never posed to be a problem until you realise you had clipped wings. you were content in that bubble, but when you stick your head out of it, then you realise, compare. and think think think think. people say it is unfair. but is it ? i mean have you ever considered the situational circumstances. judge not lest you be judged too. why do we hold such an critical outlook to life? in the end, no one has the answers you seek. because the answers are deep within you, under all those folds/alyers of fatty thoughts. burn the fat away, liposuction it away, slit it away. do whatever it takes, to find answers to the questions. but i would like to believe by the time you are half way through, our sad memory just fails and you forget the reasons for proceeding. why is the human memory so susceptible to false recollection, editing. are we that vulnerable? is forgetting the only way we deal ?

clicking away on the pen.