2016 m. kovo 13 d., sekmadienis

war is not for winning, it is for surviving

The man who knelt before her would have sprung from her needles, even down the ghostly flecks of silver in his hair. She had not known before that she wanted all these things, that she preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that she wishes for tallness, or that a man kneeling might thrill her.

i read the books
about otherwordly miracles
magic wars and sorrow
dragons and imps
dangerous adventures in nonexistent worlds
fights between gods of life and death and
all in between

and it makes me think
how ordinary my life is
and how it makes me dream and wonder
and weep
and ponder longingly why my life
differ oh so greatly from the books

not a magical girl not a magical girl not a magical girl not a magical girl not a magical girl not a magical girl not a magical girl not a magical girl not a magical girl not a magical girl not a

2016 m. vasario 8 d., pirmadienis

it is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you

Everyone is alone. Everyone is empty. People no longer have need of others. You can always find a spare for any replacement. Any relationship can be replaced. I had gotten bored of a world like that. But for some reason… the thought that someone other than you might kill me never occurred to me. Say, what do you think? After this, will you be able to find a replacement for me?

maybe it was because you didn't loved yourself
maybe it was because i cried a lot
and didn't tell you about it

maybe it was because you couldn't understand me
maybe it was because i hated myself all the time
and didn't tell you about it

maybe it was because you only loved me when i was soft
maybe it was because i found it hard to trust you
and didn't tell you about it

maybe it was because you were obsessed
maybe it was because i liked lying
and didn't tell you about it

you said to me that you hate me and that i am bad
i'm (not) sorry
please (don't) forgive
i'm trying to be a good girl
a magical girl
a girl you wish me to be

but i want destruction and death and
yes, i am (not) bad
i (don't) want you to hate me
so hate me
please
maybe then i could love you

i always understood only painful love

2015 m. gruodžio 10 d., ketvirtadienis

ask yourself, what will you sacrifice for what you believe?

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.

ką gi aš bandžiau apgauti (save save save), kad sugebėsiu? ką gi aš bandžiau apgauti (save save save), kad pasikeisiu? ką gi aš bandžiau apgauti (save save save), kad prisiversiu? ką gi aš bandau apgauti (visus visus visus), kad man pavyks?

nesmerk, pasauli, bet man daug mieliau yra pražūti.

2015 m. lapkričio 17 d., antradienis

i looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for

I am sad and have a passion for unknown, distant places. I want to see the world. And I would love it, if I just had the chance to get away for a little while. But sadly, things aren’t that easy; desire won’t change a thing.

ašaros rieda.
nes sunku. nes nesugebu būti tokia, kokios manęs nori pasaulis.
rašau.
nes skauda. nes niekada nemokėjau pasakyti garsiai tai, kas labai rūpi.
per beveik tris mėnesius spėjau prisiminti mintis, kurių paprastai išvengdavau jau daug metų. bet dabar jos čia, sukasi manyje ir aidi, aidi... aidi...
sunku rašyti. žodžiai nelenda, bet norėčiau, kad smegenys išlįstų.
bet vis tiek depresija (koks šlykštus žodis ir kaip man jo nesinori rašyti), kurią dabar jaučiu, nebe tokia, kokia buvo tada. nebe tokia destruktyvi ir fatališka. right? tell me i'm right. dieve, kokia aš lėkšta ir paviršutiniška. kokia kvaila. negaliu pakęsti, ką čia rašau. bet turbūt turiu tendenciją savęs nekentimui, nes rašau toliau. arba ne. nebenoriu. einu pasipjauti.

o tada daryti namų darbus ir apsimesti, kad viskas gerai. bet pirma, pasipjauti. nesijaudink.

2015 m. spalio 19 d., pirmadienis

it's the same rain you loved, that drowned you

“Have you ever tried to drown yourself?
 In your own tub? Filled it with bubbles to make it look like you were only taking a bath. Pushed yourself under still holding your breath because you’re not sure if you really want this. The bubbles, almost all popped and weakened by the gentle waves you make since you don’t know how to sit still burn your nose because you forgot to plug it when you went under. Now your throat hurts and you laugh at yourself.
 Not good enough at anything. Not even good enough to drown.
 Then you question yourself. Do you really want to die? You look back at past attempts. Too many pills. Most times they just made you a little sick. You fall asleep hoping you won’t wake up. But you do -with a wicked stomach ache. It doesn’t work like that.
 Oh but that one time, that one time it stuck. But you were brought to the hospital in time. They made you throw up. They made you stick around for a day until they found out you had no insurance and you were over 18 and they couldn’t make you stay.
 Doesn’t it upset you that people still don’t take you seriously even after you’ve been diagnosed -like that is the proof you need.
 Isn’t it proof enough when someone is saying that they don’t feel too well and they mean mentally that maybe someone who cares should give a fuck?
 People only care when it’s too late.
 So I…I mean…someone contemplates suicide again. Feeling the cuts mixed with scars on her leg. Rereading all of her poems and wonders, would anyone really care? I can’t do it properly. I’m never successful. My pain isn’t real until I’m dead.
 What does it take for someone to take you seriously? Does it depend how you dress? If you look suicidal then it’s fake? What does suicidal look like? Is it black hair and nails and makeup? Is it someone well put together, not a blonde hair out of place? What does giving up look like? Is it dirty clothing and no makeup? The bare minimum? You can’t tell. Someone with a smile on their face can be the saddest person you meet. We hide it well, don’t we?
 But we can’t trust our feelings because no one trusts us.

noriu verkti. noriu mesti. i'm not good enough i'm not smart enough i'm not enough..
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viskas gerai. taip buvo, taip ir bus. i'm not alone in my room and i need to hold my tears from falling, but goddammit, it's way harder than i think. i'm not suicidal. tik kai man skauda viduje, norisi, kad ten neskaudėtų. kartais padarau, kad skaudėtų kitur. i'm good. i'm fine. i'm doing great, thanks for asking. yes, i love my life right now. i fucking love it. i love it. you hear me? i don't think so! you don't! hear how loud i'm laughing. hear all the jokes i say. see my wide wide smile. see how my eyes are sparkling. notice how outgoing and friendly and easygoing i am. patikėk. patikėk. juk taip stengiuosi. net nežinai, ar ne? nesupranti. viskas nežinoma, visko per daug, nespėji, negali. your not that kind of a person. aš esu nevykėlė. dėmė. stoviu viena. niekas negali padėti. i will hold it all in. i will, until it breaks me, fatally. then you will notice. maybe. then you will understand. maybe.
keep going, baby. don't think about the ghosts of the past.
i won't cry, but i will. i won't fall, but i will. i won't break, but i will. i won't tell, but i will. i won't suffer, but i will. i won't love, but i will. i won't scream, but will. i won't think, but i will. i won't care, but i will. i won't hurt, but i will. i won't die, but...
manau, anglų kalba rašyti svarbias mintis dažnai būna lengviau. tarsi kita kalba išlaisvina tavo susigėdinimą, tavo jausmus, tavo mintis, tavo apmaudą ir skausmą. so that's good.
kiekvieną dieną galvoju ar esu ten, kur turėčiau būti. kiekvieną dieną pagalvoju kaip esu įstrigusi ir negaliu nieko pakeisti. kiekvieną dieną pagalvoju kodėl. kiekvieną dieną pagalvoju kodėl turiu būti čia ir jaustis nelaiminga, kai galėčiau išeiti, mesti dabartinį gyvenimą ir pradėti kažką kito. kiekvieną dieną pagalvoju, kad bijau. kiekvieną dieną pagalvoju kaip norėčiau justi skausmą ne tik viduje, bet ir išorėje. kiekvieną dieną pagalvoju ar ateityje bus lengviau, gal tik dabar taip sunku, kad verta, kad aš galiu, kad išgyvensiu ir būsiu laiminga.
bet.
o.
jeigu.
ne?
...  .. ??..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!........
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o kas tada?
manau, tada teks išeiti pasivaikščioti.