Such an interesting state to be in, misery. Near impossible to describe, near impossible to get out once you've entered its grasp. I myself have experienced it. It's more than sadness, and far deeper than depression. Misery in itself should be a mental illness.
It's.. the feeling of pure, horrid fear, striking at your most vital organs and tearing them to shreds. It attacks your body, letting it deteriorate into a dark place.
Whenever I fall into this state, it tends to get progressively worse. Anything that one would say to me, I'd throw back with an argument. Many times, I'd ask for help. But they'd return with the same statement every time. "I can't help you."
Or is it they don't want to help me? Am I really that frustrating when I'm upset?
It's.. odd. Over the internet, it's so much harder to start feeling better because no one is actually there to talk with you. You slowly start to dissolve into nothing because you don't have anyone to hold you together.
That's my biggest problem. I want someone to hold me and let me cry on their shoulder. In real. Life. It's not the same over the internet; it's why I'm starting to be afraid of internet relationships. I want someone to call out for me and tell me that they love me, and that everything will be ok to pull me out of that state. Or at least I'd like to find someone else who is miserable and be with them. Misery loves company, as they say...
 XxFragmented_RealityxX · Mon Aug 17, 2009 @ 03:10pm · 0 Comments |
