A girl who doesn’t believe in love makes a documentary about it. She eventually falls and starts to believe in it.
Ever ran away in the middle of the night, lost your iphone in a field, and your perfect boyfriend goes crawling around in the dark looking for it? Lied down in this field and stared at the stars for a good 2 hours? He still laughs at the way I say zombies in Shann of the dead.
Losing grip on reality now. I havnt been able to enjoy things for a few weeks now. I just not a happy person deep down. Thought I was. Maybe I am, and it’s just a rough patch. I havnt cried for days like this, since maybe last year? I dont understand what’s shaking me up to be honest.
Why I feel the need to share my feelings on the internet, to a bunch of people that don’t really know me or really care. But I’ll do it anyway. Headaches are becoming worse and more often. Maybe I am going mad.
Late sleepless nights like these, I throw on my huge headphones, Look at art, so my mind can slip away from reality. Im starting to hate DeviantArt now though. The naked body isn’t just art on that site anymore. It’s just a pornographic picture, with a young woman throwing her self respect away. The camera should hug the curves of a woman and touch the stumble of a man’s unshaven cheek. The soft colours and how the light changes the mood, the way it can take your attention and keep you in it’s hold.
I don’t want followers on Tumblr. But I want people to try and understand me. I don’t know. Would be easier if you were in my head. I try to write my feeling’s down but they just come out completely different.