WHO I AM
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Someday's are worse than others. Someday's the sun shines brilliantly down, reminding you that there is still something to hope for and that it's beautiful and worth holding onto. Someday's the rain strikes down so ferociously...crushing your hope and destroying everything that meant something.
Everyone has a story to tell; something that has changed them and shaped them into the person they have become. But many people don't explain why they do what they do or how they got to the place they came to. All you hear is people experience things that change them and that now they are wiser then you and you better listen to them because they have been through it all! Well nobody ever tells you the steps they took to get to a place where they suddenly knew and understood the world. I want to see what they see, do what they do, feel what they feel. But nobody has ever shared with me how exactly they became who they were. I assure you, I have not been through what many have been through but I have had my own struggles and battles that I alone have experienced and continue to experience throughout my life.
The hardest part of living is that you have to be happy with the person you live with. Yourself. And reaching a point where you feel content and comfortable with what you find, is a struggle all it's own and one that requires your full commitment.
I am not here to tell you that you are inadequate and that I have lived through it all so you better do as I say and heed my advice quickly! I am simply sharing with you my experiences and conflicts, so that you may see inside my heart and understand what I have been though, what I am and most importantly,
Who I am.
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"One way or the other, sooner or later, it would turn out exactly like this: you got older, the storms quieter, the inner voices would fall silent, your urge would die down, you would sit at the bar and remember the old battles, wounds and pain, and you would laugh at how powerful and intense it had all been. And how useless and destructive too. That especially. In time, even these memories would fade until you knew them to be there somewhere, but couldn't feel them anymore. Just like he couldn't feel them right now. It would all be reduced to images and thoughts. Or not even that - you would only have a faint notion that there once was something different. That you once had felt and lived like that. But nothing would touch you anymore. You would have made your peace with everything. Eternal peace would rule where mighty battles were once raging. It would be like becoming a new person. Or perhaps rather a different person. A person you had longed to be in those dark, cold moments of your youth. Then you would finally arrive at the point that Alex had reached long before. You would know that the only possible happiness in life consisted in downing a few beers and having some lonely little thing suck your dick only to give her what she was craving for the most: a tender kiss and arms to hold her in the night. No more, no less."
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