I like
I like the light on. It makes me feel safe. I like the way I do everything just so that ill have some strange satisfaction once I achieve whatever I’m doing. Almost like a finish line. And every time I have it done, it only leaves more to be desired. Like finishing a movie and expecting more from the story after. I like the way things work. Like cogs in a machine, all is done and in working condition. But the machine disassembles itself constantly and must be rebuilt. I like how I’m so disheveled in my own mind. It’s a problem when I do that one thing that makes my mind implode in on itself, ya know, think. I do it way too much. It’s crazy. When I’m alone I only have myself and I start to sink and drown in my own subconscious. I either a life raft or a 9 millimeter.
I like how people doubt me and where me and my future are heading.
It’s in the right direction, It’s in the right fucking direction, no matter what anyone says. I am strong, I will rebuild myself. Being revived isnt being beat down and getting back up, it’s the feeling instilled in ones self to push on. I will push on. Carpe Diem.
Little girls turn into sluts, little boys turn into dicks, and in the end all of you are fucking useless
