Some sort of plea. I can't anymore. I don't think I handle it. Everything is falling apart, feeling as if physically I'm falling sick, mentally I'm torn. Can't think straight, can't breathe, I can't freaking breathe, trying to clutch at myself and it's screaming at me, it keeps saying no no no no no no, I'm going to collapse..............
It's just hard. Nichan and nechan has gone to dota with their friends. I thought I could be alone and relax a little, and it's just becoming worse. Haven't been eating right, I don't even think I had breakfast and lunch, and I'm burning up.
I don't know what I'm doing..........or what to do. Just shaking really badly.....being cold. I feel bad. Sick. Guilty.
+The Writer+
Taka is a young law/arts student, often bumbling through life and trying to be a person rather than being defined by social conventions.
Shy, geeky, emotional, proud, and quite bisexual, doesn't smoke, drink sometimes, passionate about most things, Taka spends time dreaming, dancing, drawing and watching movies, often anime.
Is in love with the idea of love, gives hugs at the most random times, and is constantly worrying about people eventhough it does not look like it.
Aspires to either become a beautiful hermit by the river or a world dictator.
+The Blog+
Niflheim represents both light and darkness, of the celebration and distaste of life, of musings and incoherent thought. It is an outlet for personified angst and pessimism with chuckfuls of laughter and smiles.
It is Taka's way of drawing out all the little disturbing thoughts giving rise to nightmares, a way to self reflect, a way to seek solace.
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