I’m sorry that I’ve only been on the verge of good enough but at least I have been fucking trying I’m just a broken down shell of a person but at least there’s something worth breaking. I’ve been pressing my luck for years maybe at the end of all of this you’ll relies my wrists bled for substance not just for a fucking show. I’m rewriting this novel, I’m burning it all down, you’ll never meet me you and I will be broken the blade will be removed from my back. the person I am will meet the soul I never was and it’ll weep an ocean for the passion I once had I will dream of a day where I can honestly say I’m alright and this torn up chapter will come to an end.
