#ayevee

This is ridiculous. 

Fucking ridiculous.

I hate it.

Absolutely hate it.

To say 'it' would be to say 'me'.

And by saying 'me' I would be referring to myself.

But not myself as a whole, because I enjoy parts of myself.

However, the mind state I'm in is a part not favored.

This mask is heavy.

Sometimes I take it off. 

But then I feel ashamed.

Embarrassed.

Disgusted.

You can see who I am.

They can see who I am.

Everyone can see who I am.

Everyone can see the one I hate.

They can see the one I hate.

You can see the one I hate.

I can see the one I hate.

I think as I shatter the mirror and shut off the lights.

Trying to find my mask, but It's disappeared, lost for a moment.

Hopefully not long.

You ever fear for others' when you're around?

When you're in the car?

When you're in the room?

Bad memories are sort of like an injury.

At first, the pain is in inflicted; violent at the start--slowly dimming.

The pain begins to numb the surrounding area for a while.

After this stage it begins to scab over so that the healing may begin (hopefully).

You begin to forget about it--repress it in a mind sense.

However, when you forget about it, you become careless.

You forget that it does require attention.

And after some time, someone bumps you, something bumps you, anything bumps you...

Hello, I am vee. I'm the other one who runs the blog. I'll do what my lover did. :)

I'll post a lot of music, food, people, world, things, etc. I've never really paid attention to what I post on tumblr and I don't know if I have a specific prefence; I just enjoy what I see. I'll post about myself, rae, life, music, love, hate--you follow?

About myself... I am quite tall, I have a lot of hair; facial, body, and atop my head. I live in California as well and go to high school. I plan on (double) majoring in physics and music. I'm carefree and dark, if those match. I'm not really sure who I am so I tend to ask others and myself questions.