Ehhh, here goes another one.
A switch, yeah, a switch. It flicks on and off when I need it too, but sometimes it hurts me. My release, my absolute time when I don't feel anything bad, is in the shower. As the steam fills the bathroom and the hot beating water pours down my back, my body begins to relax. I can't cry. I know why, but I wish I didn't. The break was too long for me. Too much lying and sneaking, I wasn't expecting it. A throbbing sensation trails throughout my head, the temperate in my body drops. A contradiction, hot head, cold everywhere else. The sides of my arms begin to become half hot, half cold. I swallow as my throat gets tighter, but as soon as I think of crying, my brain stops and everything is black. Nothing in my head, all blank.
I don't understand this. The weight that I feel on a chain connected to my ankle, doesn't seem to come off. I don't understand this nothing. How can I not feel motivated? I know, I am scared of death. The spiraling pain throughout your body, all the nerves kicking in to tell you, you are in PAIN. The moment when you take your last breath and your memories of your friends and few family members that you accepted. The sensation of extreme warmth or frost bite cold or the bad sensation of in the middle, leaving you with chills. When you have no actual idea, if any religious ideas are real. The idea, the thought of this makes sweat begin to drip down my forehead and my teeth clench. Even though, I am scared of that, I know that is not the answer? I still don't understand.
I see him. He lied, he snuck. That is what I care about, what he watched is an opinion based. I feel that is doesn't matter but they say otherwise. They don't make it equal. My body clenches and shakes in anger. I feel heat spread around my cheeks, the motivation to help and argue comes back. Yet because of my personality, I don't speak up. I let sorrow and anger enclose me. Until I explode, until I cry and moisture to cry is all gone. I will let my heart squeeze and break, but when someone I care about gets hurt, I don't even let a word be able to break them any further. I wouldn't even let someone reach to hurt them. My adrenaline kicks in and I snatch their arm, twisting it and my whole body is ready to beat the living crap out of them. Yet I can't do that for myself. Not only that, but I beat myself up.
I just don't understand. I tried to make myself be happy and explore myself. I tried to fulfill my need. I tried to use a razor, but it just made me mad so I pricked myself with a push pin. I was so mad, I couldn't hurt myself. I couldn't cry. All I could do is feel tired. Is let my appetite vanish. Let me eat any amount, but feel sick afterwards. All I do is go down. "Once you hit rock bottom, the only way is up!" Right? When will I hit rock bottom? I try to have fun, but it only lasts for the moment. I feel pressure and wanting to meet not only mine, but others expectations. He says that he understands and he will give me space, but I just don't understand. We switched, he was stuck in it, but now he's in my poppy feel good stage. I'm glad that we switched, he deserves it. He has been in this stage before, and one more time is too many.
This feels like a rant, but I just don't know anymore. I was angry, because ideas of mine were showing and I don't like it. Yet now, I feel like a empty black box. Not space, because that is endless with amazing planets and new findings. A empty black box is simple. It's black, and empty. A box, because I'm closed off yet I feel nothing. I'm tired I want to sleep, but waking up is tiring too. I want to do something but I find nothing in my interest. School and human interacts are sucking my oxygen away. The only emotion that I can conjure up is anger. So let myself be angry? Oh no. I don't want to explode. Now I know why. I'm guarding. Shit. I'm guarding and I am doing everything. I'm disconnecting. Now, I must know what to do. Thank you. Maybe it's best that I did this. Thank you. I'm going to see how far I can go. ❤