I suck at keeping conversations going

my emptiness makes me want to write so many things.

Luckily I remember that when I make mistakes or say shitty things, I'll always end up alone by the end of the day because who in fact wants to talk to a dumb asshole.

There are somethings you need to say. You need to learn to say "I can't" "I don't want to" "it hurts". You need to be able to breathe this out and stop from going any further. It's too much, can we slow down? You think you tell your emotions these things, you think you're trying, but it's a lonely battle and you need to fight. I just want to float on the surface of water face first, and watch all my bad emotions sizzle out and sink down to the bottom.

"A bright half and a dark half. Just like me..."

I'm always getting back up on my feet, no matter how hard I get pushed down.

"I'll never look back again."

"I'll carefully live 'this moment.'"

I hate feeling guilty. Next time if I say or do something wrong, shoot me before it gets bad because this - God, this is torture.

How do I try harder

“I am going to tell you a secret. Everything is about wanting. Everything. Things happen because of people wanting. Watch closely, and you’ll see what I mean.”

"I'm sure, someday..
"Someday, you'll tell me everything right?"
"about the sad things,"
"painful things,"
"happy things..."
"everything."

I can’t stop thinking. There are too little words in that sentence but the spaces are filled with too many emotions. How I miss you so - or are these whispers in the corners of my mind fake? What am I doing. What am I. What am I actually thinking. If I have all these thoughts, does it still make me lonely? I love you, and all I want is for you to be happy.

Keep breathing. Just keep breathing.

it started again and I don't know what to do - I couldn't (can't) breathe and I couldn't stop thinking and my head was spinning. I had to hide so that no one could see me in the state I was. I was completely alone and I hated it, so much. Why. Am I a bad person? Do I really deserve this? I can't say anything and I need - I need you to listen. I need somebody to listen otherwise I'll crack, I need to let it out and know that somebody cares. It made me wonder if anybody would fight for me. Somebody that could love me and fix me.

"People have been through worst." This is my worst. It might get better but you have to know, this is my worst - not yours or his or hers but mine. Today... was not my day.

It will get better