Creating a fortress upon yourself doesn't keep the bad out. Instead, it keeps the bad trapped, enclosed within you.
For your mind to layer these forts takes a brick at a time.
Yet these forts are nothing but cake work if you're dead set on blocking our your emotions and letting the rot consume you.
If you honestly think these forts will help you, you're already dead.
There is no hope if these forts are your only weapon for the bad.
Your mind is as feeble as you'll let it be.
Strengthen your mind.
If words as cheesy as "You can do it!" Helps you, don't fucking waste that weapon. Your mind feeds off of pessimism and hopeless mindsets. Alleviate this pessimism. Fight. The. Fucking. Storm.
If it helps, count the seconds when you've said your weapon and notice your thoughts take a turn for the better.
You need... A smile and a sentence. Two even.
Let it recuperate the good.
Don't just die. Even if death is inevitable, don't just die. Fight to survive.
Give your weapon a chance.
Just. Don't. Die. Please...
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Catching Thoughts
RandomI mean, this is a book of thought up stories that consist of randomness. It's more to the book but nothing more. I guess it's something to write as i build up my plot for my upcoming books. To reassure every person reading this, EVERYTHING that i a...
