Erica's Pensieve

Someone pretends to be happy. Maybe not quite happy, but wearing the appearance of a normal person living a normal life, to others around them, while inside they are being crushed. It comes to them at night, or on silent hours, when there is nothing to distract the thoughts and whispers that discourage them. A few tears leak out each day, because they want to just let it all go. An easier route would be suicide. Yes, wouldn’t that be a quick and simple solution to all the pressures and troubles of life? To them, death is eternal silence, to not know or remember anything – having no past, present, or future. Then a thought crosses their mind. What is life then? A spark that came from no where. A chance, or one time opportunity. If everything eventually dies in the end, why does it matter – not only why does it matter to try, but why do the pressure and stresses matter? Why does it matter if someone fails in life, or loses everything. Everything is lost in the end anyway. So why not just play this game for the time being, just because one can.

As if I have any control over it. It’s pointless trying to control it. XD Fucking psychology class. Now I know I’m blaming it on external factors to make myself feel better, but do I want to know this?! No I don’t. Bah.

Short post… getting lazy.