We live only for ourselves. We like to pretend we care for the well-being of others but deep down our survival mode puts ourselves first. People try and fight against their internal will some even cover what is originally there, but like adding a new coat of paint to the wall the old paint still remains. The only person that is there from the moment you take your first breath to the moment you take your last is yourself. No one lives inside your brain but yourself. You can go and make friends, find lovers but they'll never know everything about you like you do yourself. You're your own best friend and worst enemy. You know your talents but also your flaws. Unlike the people you choose to associate yourself with, you can never get rid of yourself for as long as you live. Some may forget that the voice inside their head is their own but it is. Thoughts aren't different people no matter how different they may sound from the "true" you. The snide remark it says is coming from yourself.
The nagging feeling, the one that tells you to end it just won't seem to ever go away. You think about, start preparing and then stop. Are you just going to end it like that? Let the voices and enemies win? I'm sorry sweety, but that's not going to be me. Life keeps on turning giving you the chance to change, evolve, and grow.
You haven't failed until you let yourself.
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emo ass shit
Teen FictionI started this awhile ago but I felt like now was the time to finish it. It's short, the grammar probably sucks but the best part is I don't care.
