In Little Sections.

Let's talk about things. Let's talk, slowly, about things.
Trust?
Who do I trust? who trusts me? Is there one person who knows I have good intentions? How can I trust people, trust my feelings about people when I had been betrayed by my favourite. How can I know for sure that I have a right feeling? And, what will stop me from doing whatever I think I want for the moment if I know that I live for myself? How can I trust when people do not trust me?

Feeling.
What is feeling? Where does feeling come from? Why, feeling? Why is there feeling? How am I supposed to trust feelings when they failed me before? How can I believe in feeling, still? How can I be sure what exactly I am feeling,even? How can I define feeling if feeling as a word in itself defines itself as vaguest vague.

Living versus Surviving.
I was never for surviving, I was always for living, the higher level. I was for feeling, sensing. I was always all for happiness, forgiving. The good things. Now, I cant even survive. It makes no sense I can not understand myself. I had so much to catch up with and I am not exactly having the space, nor the time to do that .

I Want to Love.
Like I used to love. I want to live like I used to live. I want to feel like I used to feel. I am in need of breaking something.