negativity in small spaces
fallen in love with automatic loveletter all over again, go hear their old demos—they are the best of the bunch
there’s always been some awkwardness behind crying…some embarrassment and pain in that someone else has to witness your loss, your grief, your anger…as tears burn holes into your face, trickling down your flesh like blood from an open wound…because we all want to put a brave face on instead…we’d all rather pretend that we’re okay, and just try and get on with our lives…our own personal struggle…is it so stupid to feel that it’s selfish to display your tears to another?…almost like a plead for sympathy?…a bid to be noticed?…a grab for attention?…or maybe these people are the most brave of us all…displaying your emotions can be easy enough, but embracing your emotions is never easy…it just doesn’t seem right that you should bring someone else down to the stone floor, to sink in your own puddle of blood…privacy destroys me…confidence laughs in my face…lonliness embraces me…xx
