Why am I broken?

An inner monologue of my darkest moments and self discovery.

Despite trying to ignore my never ending inner monologue I find myself once again writing down my thoughts carefully choosing each word with some twisted and confusing .... that this may be the book that I actually finish but also knowing that I've done this four times already, from make believe worlds I tried to escape into, to the digital book of shadows tracking my gained knowledge of which craft and spirituality, and yet this is different. I sit here knowing that if anyone ever does ever read this they are about to bear witness to the unpicking of my past and my mind, they will soon know me better than I know myself in this moment, yet there is no shame or apprehension but simply acceptance of my current position and a vague and blurry hope. So here it is, with all it's stupid and painful details, and as I go through the time line of my life so far maybe I'll just understand myself or maybe it will no longer matter and I'll just be happy.