A million little pieces; James Frey
Reblogged from Pretty bird.
Just a thought
So I like to post pictures that show something I believe, hope or feel. (sometimes they are my own, I hope that doesn't bother you). And of course there's music, cause it opens worlds reality can't reach. And there's words, we shouldn't forget to speak.
And there's you. Hi. My name's Alicia what's yours? If you like you can follow me, maybe I will follow you too. Maybe we can share the things we love. Maybe we can become friends.
I close my eyes and I let my body shut itself down and I let my mind wander. It wanders to a familiar place. A place I don't talk about or acknowledge exists. A place where there is only me. A place that I hate. I am alone. Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind. Alone everywhere, all the time, for as long as I can remember. Alone with my family, alone with my friends, alone in a room full of people. Alone when I wake, alone through each awful day, alone when I finally meet the blackness. I am alone in my horror. Alone in my horror. I don't want to be alone. I have never wanted to be alone. I fucking hate it. I hate that I have no one to talk to, I hate that I have no one to call, I hate that I have no one to hold my hand, hug me, tell me everything is going to be all right. I hate that I have no one to share my hopes and my dreams with, I hate that I no longer have any hopes or dreams, I hate that I have no one to tell me to hold on, that I can find them again. I hate that when I scream, and I scream bloody murder, that I am screaming into emptiness. I hate that there is no one to hear my scream and that there is no one to help me learn how to stop screaming.
