逃

停下太久
忘了该怎么开始

沟通变成问题

不知觉围起一道厚厚的墙
不想让别人进来


想要告诉你我很好
想要让你看到的我是坚强的

准备好了接受了
一直这样告诉自己
其实我很害怕谈论那个话题

尤其是你
怕你比我更无法接受

逃
避
却
不想承认

回到过去

半年

时间飞逝
很快很快
却好像独自度过了艰难的六年

从麻醉中苏醒

逢看到人就哭
潜意识中想要得到适时的安慰

第一次醒来后哭着骂医生
第二次醒来后我叫我妈帮我拍照 =.=


:: 我妈以为我清醒时被逼帮我拍的, 其实我记忆全无


麻醉药
原来只是麻醉身体上的疼痛
却麻醉不了记忆里的

还有那该死的副作用

六个月
感谢的人很多
对不起很多人
谢谢
谢谢你们的嘘寒问暖
谢谢你们的体谅
对不起
对不起因为有时候我得到了多余的爱
对不起常常缺席却无法告诉你们确实的原因

我开始想念健康的自己

Annaism

In the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears.

Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder. But mostly it didn't, because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun for jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. What he didn't tell them, thought, was that in the daytime they'd never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their own foolishness.

The moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left...

--- Jodi Picoult (My Sister's Keeper)

A passage which i read over and over again...
Hold the tears Life must go on

想

就一瞬间
我感觉肩膀的忽然沉重

沉默
睡不着