" Scar Tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it, we have something to hide."
- Susanna Kaysen, Girl Interrupted
some people like to conceal their sadness/anger behind a great wall. they feel that crying is a sign of weakness and thus hold their tears even when they are really really in grief. i guess, i am like this. ever since i grow up, i rarely cry in front of other people. people that have seen me tearing before are like less than ten.
and now, whenever i feel sad, i can't cry. i know that i will feel better after i cry, but i just can't. the feeling is horrible. i think accumulation of all these sadness is really toxic. it is just like smoking, silently killing one person.
someone once said to me, learn to love yourself before you love others. but the question is how? i guess before i find out the answers, i am not qualified to love someone else yet.
sometimes, certain problems are just like the annoying flies. it will just keep bugging you, whether you like it or not, it will follow you wherever you go. i can't believe it, something has been disturbing me for almost half a year and i haven't found a way to solve it. it is really killing me. but somehow, i just let myself sink deeper and deeper into a dark-never-ending-hole. i need help. i need someone to tell me what to do. the sad fact is i know no one can help me, besides myself.
- Susanna Kaysen, Girl Interrupted
some people like to conceal their sadness/anger behind a great wall. they feel that crying is a sign of weakness and thus hold their tears even when they are really really in grief. i guess, i am like this. ever since i grow up, i rarely cry in front of other people. people that have seen me tearing before are like less than ten.
and now, whenever i feel sad, i can't cry. i know that i will feel better after i cry, but i just can't. the feeling is horrible. i think accumulation of all these sadness is really toxic. it is just like smoking, silently killing one person.
someone once said to me, learn to love yourself before you love others. but the question is how? i guess before i find out the answers, i am not qualified to love someone else yet.
sometimes, certain problems are just like the annoying flies. it will just keep bugging you, whether you like it or not, it will follow you wherever you go. i can't believe it, something has been disturbing me for almost half a year and i haven't found a way to solve it. it is really killing me. but somehow, i just let myself sink deeper and deeper into a dark-never-ending-hole. i need help. i need someone to tell me what to do. the sad fact is i know no one can help me, besides myself.
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