''Being whole and being at peace are two completely different things because you can feel whole but still have demons rampaging in your mind or you can be at peace and be emptier than the bottle i'm drinking, but yet they fit hand in hand. I wasn't at peace and neither was i whole.
Depression is like this guest you invited to a function that is only put on for him and him alone. No one else is there but you and this guest, Yet still, it you feel comfortable. Then on your way home after this function, it decides to follow you and indirectly becomes apart of your life after days and weeks of slowly slipping into it and there is nothing humanly possible you can do except live with it and pray to God that it wont kill you.
I'm a shitty person that goes to a shitty school, with a bunch of shitty teachers who make up shitty rules. I think i have a girlfriend and she's somewhat shitty too but now we're on a break now and i don't know what to do. So i pour out my feelings, vomit it in the toilet and flush it all away cause i'm really done with this.
To me she was bubblegum. Something i want but obviously cannot have anymore, A habit I had to get rid of because i changed. So when you left a new habit emerged, I guess i should've seen it coming. To me you're a drug, and i'm the drug addict or i'm a dog and you're my master. Anyway come to think about it i always get hurt. But i don't mind getting hurt anymore because that is normal, the fact that you hurt me doesn't even matter anymore because if you think about it i was hurt already.''
Crazy right?
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Misterio / SuspensoYou spilt me open in the most honest way there is to spilt a soul open.
