What do you do with the moments you feel like you're not really living no ma!
Question: Thats when you know its time for a change.
Life doesn't come to you. You have to get out there and seize it.
Answers: Thats when you know its time for a change.
Life doesn't come to you. You have to get out there and seize it.
i cry i start writing thoughts or listen to deppressing music
Have sex
I just try to hang in there and go with the flow for a while. It's not easy at times.
get drunk and go to sleep
I'm not saying it's a good idea, but that's what I do.
Look for Lauren!
i step away from the computer for awhile and go for a walk or a jog
sit very still and quiet
and try to re-start my brain into thinking =/
i have never felt like i am not living because i have proof.
how can i think and move my hands and legs if i am not alive?
May not be the best solution, but I find curling up with a good book and a cup of coffee and telling the world to leave you the hell alone sometimes does wonders for me.......makes me focus on something else besides how pitiful my life is......
I reach out in hopes of finding something to keep me afloat.
Kind of like what I am doing right now.
I dread the day when my hand closes on nothing but air...
usually become really quiet and keep to myself then once that gets to me i cry and get mad at myself and or ill take another approach and take a looong drive OR ill write poetry
In those times, I know I'm living... Because of the hurt and pain that is felt.. The monotony.
That's when moments have to be seized and start getting back to oneself, because that's all that matters. I would delve into personal development books and other spiritual contents and change what I was doing with my activities and thought patterns that would keep me in a less than desirable state. Thus, turn it around completely, a 180 if you will. And do the opposite of what I am doing then.
Opt out. Usually with a party or a road trip.
tries to catch them in the net… chases them through our sunny fields… even as they wash over us, wash through us, as they become us… every thing is bleached and fading… shades of grey is all we see…