Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I get to that place, sometimes, where I am so lonely, I cut everyone out of my life who means something. It makes me lonelier... to the point of suffocation.
It must be what people are feeling when they cut themselves in reaction to the pain inside. It's not like it makes the pain less... maybe it's a way of taking control of the centrifugal force pulling you apart as you're life spirals downward. Maybe it's like running down a hill, and to be in control of gravity, you run even faster than it's pulling you.
It's my choice to push them away as long as I do it faster than they can leave.
posted by Mary 3:53 PM
