I obviously haven't been on here in forevers. My Plus ran out...boo.
Cogitationis poenam nemo patitur
I will hurt you. I will push you away.
I want to get close to you, though we've been as close as two human bodies can be, you wouldn't get close to me anyway...so I don't know why I wonder sometimes.
It intrigues me...why do we torture ourselves over something we know hurts us? Is it to subconsciously numb ourselves to the pain that we're going through? Is it the reason we listen to a song, or watch something that reminds us of someone that grieves us? Or is it to deliberately hurt ourselves more?
The human mind amazes me, entraps me...I think far too much, as anyone that has talked to me at 4am will tell you...very random, odd conversations happen. I'll also talk to you in third person, which gets a little confusing when I read the conversation again later. *lol*
Even when I was little, I did want to get a job somewhere in the Psychology department...to learn more about something that interests me, for awhile I thought it was so that I could hopefully help someone out in a way that I never got helped...who knows really.
The other thing that always amazed me was just how far someone can be bent...emotionally and physically. It's absolutely...breathtaking. I can be a sadist, and am...I have hurt people intentionally, just to see what it would do...as nonsensical as this sounds, it wasn't my intention to ever hurt, it was almost an experiment to myself...just to test and poke and prod...to see just how far it takes. How far it takes to drive someone completely mad.
It's a rush to have that much influence in someone, that much pull...
Me and one of my ex-boyfriends used to push each other, to and over the edge, just to see what would turn out. Bloody and violent...but the ultimate end was just how close we really were to each other...I miss it, the intimacy...I haven't felt that way with anyone in years. It's a depressing thought to be quite honest.
It's a complete mindfuck to run into someone that reminds you almost exactly of someone you used to be so close to, no words really describe how it feels, I don't think there are words that exist in any language.
And, for the record...i'm SICK and FUCKING TIRED of being the one that's CONSTANTLY IN THE WRONG. You are NOT the innocent one that hasn't done any wrongs. Why am I the one that is always the FUCK UP? I AM THE HYDRA. I'm going to act as such very soon...I'm absolutely tired of being the QUIET, INNOCENT, NICE Nikki that everyone keeps telling me they like so much about me...then I get told constantly that i'm not worth anyones love? I'm not worth anyone...I AM WORTH MORE THAN ANYONE WILL EVER KNOW. I don't give a FUCK how vain i'm sounding, I don't. Criticize me please, I BEG you. Beat me down, thrash me, beat me fucking bloody, black and blue. Mess up this pretty fucking dollface. Why? Because I know that you want to.
It's been bruised enough, I will gladly take physical pain over emotional pain...though on a daily basis I go through quite large amounts of both...which does explain my moods, there are many things that explain the moods I go through. I'm not blind to them, and i'm not unwillingly to change them. I have started to change what i've been doing for the better, I knew these mood drops would be absolutely terrible, so it's not a complete surprise to me.
This is random and absolutely terrible, but I don't care. I DO NOT FUCKING CARE how little sense this makes, because this is what is happening right now, at this moment...i'll look back at it later, I might giggle a little, I might read it and smirk, wondering why I was so fucked up. Whatever, this is what i'm feeling right NOW...there is no need for apology, there is no need for sense here.
Complete annihilation of the senses.