Psych.

Oh.

This is tough.
How to begin...
In reality. If you want somebody, you go out and search for them. Correct? You make time for that somebody. You devote part of your life to them.
Well, in this moment, everything feels burdensome.
Human emotion is the reason I isolated myself from everything.
I've gotten a taste of the bittersweet and have felt that nauseous high. Like that feeling when you're drunk and you want to scream and dance, but your feet can't carry you anymore.
Then you wake up in a room that doesn't resemble anything you've ever known; and your stomach is churning and pleading for mercy. Vomit is your breakfast and you sit there wishing that the night before had never happened.
But you made memories that you'll never forget. Things that you hold dear. A touch, a smell, a taste. It's all a little hazy, but it's still there.
You shouldn't have regrets. For everything is a lesson. And that's the fucking beauty of life.
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I found myself with no headlights. It's not that they were broken. I just simply didn't feel the need to use them. Driving by the cool glow of the moon was better than watching the road lit up in all it's crackled glory. To put it simply, I was enjoying the lie. Although, I could feel all the bumps and potholes as I drove. And honestly, I couldn't care less if I were to crash.