Wishful Thinking!
Sometimes I wish I were a normal person. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have that hyperactive conscience and over-melodramatic mind which make my inner silence chaotic. I wish, I could feel all the emotions like normal people do because it’s fucking tiring to be abnormality in this perfectly normal world. It’s tiring to be a mess into this neatly cleaned place. More than that, it’s tiring to be into a body with a mind which is filled with nothing but self-destructive thoughts. It drains me to be between feeling everything at once and not feeling at all. The heart gets tired when it feels the same in blessings and curse. I want to throw away the part of me which still wants to feel everything on the extreme level. But, then what will I be after that, if I throw away the very essence part of me? I always paid heavily for everything. What does it cost to be the very normal person? Because I know nothing comes without a price tag.
Anything to save me from me!
