I’ve always treated my life like a balancing act standing on a thin line between chaos and order. I would feel so much, then I wouldn’t feel anything at all. So many days felt like the day before, or Sunday. I always hated Sunday. Sunday reminded you that tomorrow was another week. You had to get back up in the morning and act as if your first waking thought wasn’t of how to convince the world of the sanity you did not have. Sitting in that classroom with four white walls, for five days just as bland, makes you forget what it’s like to feel. Forgetting something so simple such as human emotion, makes you crazy. So you find ways to remember. You do things rational people wouldn’t understand because the scariest thing is being numb, and being used to it.
v.m // we all have our vices (via writingboutyou)
