Rage, irritation and loud music in the background.
Thinking of how many times I let myself down or how many times i took revenge from myself thinking that by doing so, that would relieve something. Thinking of how many times I've been kind when i should have treated them just the same. Thinking of how many times i let my fragility eat me alive. Thinking of how many times i let myself capitulate to that stream until i became such a wounded soul with a fucked up fragile body that can barely walk.
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
