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2009-07-04 || 2009-07-04

I don't belong here


- Radiohead.

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I'm tired of mediocre living. Very very tired. And when that happens, all you can feel is empty. You know not what passion is, what love is, what hate is... anything that has an apex to it; you know not what it is no more. We live in like survivors in the sea, we cling onto floating debris, but that's all we know, because that's the only thing we've been doing.


And then come moments that offer you more than mediocre. They give you life, meaning, they breathe into you. People, things and tiny emotions that get to you.


Yet when they come, you seem to be the only one jumping in the air. You seem to be the only one desperately calling for it. You seem to be the only one who wants it.


When that happens, I ask you: why do we still do this?


I know not why. But you do.


//paperheart________ breaks. I'm just afraid to ask. Cos that would mean the end of everything.