I want a guy to grab me by the hand, smile, and run away with me. We can be free of the feelings of uncertainty, doubt, and instability
Oh the discord, the turmoil, and all the commotion
Anything that can cause us a stir, we can get away from it all
We are running, leaving behind the past and what we wish to forget: the things that no longer matter in our lives
Only looking forward to what’s on the other side when we reach our destination
Even though there is no destination, we’ll continue smiling and running
Because all that matters at the moment is the happiness we seek
The peace, harmony, and the quietness
He wouldn’t be just any regular guy. He’s stable, courageous, and unafraid. Even so, he still seeks shelter from the uncertainties of this world
Each time he smiles at me, the feelings of worry, anxiety, and disturbance would all subside; I am reassured
He’s there to help me. He’s my outlet, my ticket out of this harsh reality, my guide to a better existence
One day, he’ll be there to take me away.
Exhausted. Emotionally drained. Consumed, worn out, depleted. Overexertion, and it’s not even my own problem that I have to deal with at the moment. Being dragged unwillingly, feels like my mental energy’s been drained. Approaching that breaking point where I just want to get up and leave. Fed up with emotional instabilities and obligations. I want to up and go, but it’s much more difficult than that.
In the words of Shikamaru, “what a drag”.
Being a spectator, all we can do is stand at the sidelines. Observe, analyze, but never do anything to fix. We are frustrated by our inability to correct the current problem, knowing that the current problem is an ongoing result of something much more complex. Recognizing this comes the feeling of defeat. Why fix what we can’t? How can we fix what doesn’t want to be fixed? The solution is apparent; there are steps we can take to solve it. But even the first step seems out of reach. Instead of dwelling on the situation, we find a temporary escape, an outlet. But why run when we know that eventually we’ll be driven back to the same plight we’ve been avoiding? Maybe we’re just not fit to fight this battle yet
He’s the worse; he treated me like crap. Even after all I’ve done for him, he still treated me like crap. He fucked up in every possible way. I don’t think I can ever forgive him
In seven years, you’re going to walk out of your work building and see a familiar face sitting down and chatting with her friend. You’re going to approach her and ask “hey, are you Sambo?”.
She looks at you and shakes her head, “no, I’m sorry you have the wrong person”.(I switched tense but there was a purpose for that.)
Afraid of thinking when I’m alone
Ain’t no man in this world who can pull me down my dark star, dark star
And I will remain there, it’s done me good so far