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My name is Vera, I only ever leave my igloo to buy groceries and return books to the library.

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I don’t know, I’ve lost the ability to cry, that is to say my tear ducts are hibernating. I haven’t cried properly since August - only once the week before Oxford when I was elbow-deep in homework and my nerves were so raw that tiny spelling errors would drive me into hysteria. Everyone was coming apart at the seams last night but my cheeks were bone-dry (only the shakes, nothing more). Where have you gone, tears? I like to think they’re holidaying in a hydrophilic place somewhere, a raincloud, an icicle. Please come back though, I feel hollow. I feel funny.

I haven’t spoken English in three weeks and I’m sad. 

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Sunday Jan 1 @ 11:57pm
tagged as: diary. anxiety. this might have to be deleted in the morning.

  1. swanmaiden said: my tears and english-speaking fellows have gone missing too. i feel funny, with dry eyes and speaking spanish instead. x
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