Just a pile of anxieties . . .

[dagas_isa]

If you're not living, really living, you might as well be dead.
Duct tape can fix everything. The question is should it?
What gets put off until tomorrow often never gets done.
What are you worth?
What is this world worth?
Keep all this garbage that you feel inside yourself. Compared to many other's you've been blessed.
If they'll miss you, you shouldn't be gone. If they won't then you should.
Why believe that you're worth the time of others, if you won't believe that you're worth your own time?
Stop pretending that you're noble.
Stop pretending that you're innocent.
What do you have to hide?
Do you really think anyone care?
Aren't you just being dramatic?
Can't you help it? If so, would you?
Why are you always alone?
At least be happy with what you are.
Oh, you're just afraid of people.
And afraid of yourself.


Rodion: Dagas, you need to get a reality check. I know that you get depressed and all, but I think that it's a problem now that you're doing it for no particular reason.
Dagas: No particular reason?
Rodion: Okay, frustration, and the feeling of worthlessness, and aloneness are perhaps reasons, but that's what friends, dogs, family are for. That's why you write. Why aren't you doing that? What happened to Axis?
Dagas: Are you judging me?
Rodion: Not at all. Just asking a few questions that I already know the answer to. And I think you do too. Maybe all you need is a diversion. Maybe you just need to get your mind off of things. Maybe you need to stop waiting for the helping hand and save yourself.
Dagas: Okay . . .
Rodion: *smiles very small* You're writing my profile right?
Dagas: *quirks eyebrow* Yes? Did I just get something wrong?
Rodion: *shakes head* Just wondering.
Dagas: You don't wonder.
Rodion: True. But I thought I would just remind of you of it. *reluctantly hugs her* Anyway, just try to divert yourself, 'kay?
Dagas: Sure.

Over and out.