Am I worthy? Am I worth your time? Am I interesting? Am I worth the try? Or am I just broken? Am I just a mess? Am I just a sad girl that does nothing but obsess? They obviously don’t know. They obviously can’t see. the mess I hide inside. It ‘s too much to believe. So I have to pretend. I have to deceive. Before the secret comes out. And everyone decides to leave. Advertisements Continue reading Am I worthy?
The more time passes the more I see that the only person who can save me from myself is me. Continue reading Me.
Let me introduce myself. I’m Eva. I’m fierce. I’m decisive. I’m like a robot. I make programs, and stick to them. I’m determined. I set goals for myself. I make the right decisions. I know which way to go. I’m a problem-solver. I have a purpose in life. I want my existence to be remembered. I want to affect people. I see a mountain, and I want to reach the peak. I’m calm. I’m strong. I look people in the eye. I stand with my back straight, hands crossed in front. I glower. I’m also Evana. I’m uncontrollable. I’m all … Continue reading An introduction.
‘How was your time in Florence?’ ‘Great!’ ‘Did you hear? A man got shot near our house.’ ‘That’s terrible!’ ‘My friend’s uncle has cancer. It’s spreading all over his body. We don’t know how much more time he has.’ ‘That’s so sad.’ … Sometimes words aren’t strong enough. Continue reading Sometimes words aren’t strong enough.
Yes, I am too sensitive. Yes, I am too emotional. Yes, I overthink things. ‘Stop taking things too personally’, they said. ‘You should relax’, they said. ‘Stop thinking so much’, they said. Well you know what I say? You’ll never see things the way I see. You’ll never appreciate things the way I appreciate. You’ll never feel as deeply as I do. You’ll never be as passionate as I am. You’ll never love the way I love. You’ll never live the way I live. So stop telling me how I should be and start thinking about … Continue reading Too sensitive.
Follow the yellow brick road, and don’t look to the left, for the cowardly lion awaits you, his tail between his legs. Away, in the forest he stands, under the safety of a tree, he grasps his shaking body, he fears what he does not see. He wants to make this road seem difficult, more rocky, harder to pass. Don’t let him get his wish, ignore whatever he asks. Follow the yellow brick road, and don’t look to the right, for the Tin Woodman awaits you, resembling a knight. Standing near the road, he greets you proudly, … Continue reading Follow the yellow brick road
The city around me looks like a ticking time bomb. At any moment, it will explode into pieces and it will burn to ashes and reality will sink in. The city around me looks like a movie scene in filming. At any moment, these four walls will fall the green screen will go green again and reality will sink in. And I will finally wake up from this dream I’ve been living in and reality will sink in. Continue reading And reality will sink in.
Feelings are like paint. They paint the world different colors. You have to learn to become a painter. Continue reading Paint.