_consignment to dysfunction_


it has been proven that one of the greatest tricks to help you unburden your sorrow is to talk to someone. i do this. most of the time i do. othertimes i just want to step into the shadow and keep the lamenting to myself.

there's a little bit of strangeness in some of the things that i consider despairing. and if i tell others what these are, it may not be worth their time. there's already a lot of peculiarity about me. i still want to be seen as someone fairly normal. ergo, i end up not sharing. not talking. not expressing. the fact that i remain unheard is oddly comforting. it even occurs to me that i don't deserve to speak up.

my particular episode of lowness is linked to a lot of circumstantial events. you see, i could just be reacting the only way i can to an equally withholding universe.