I rambled with the worst of them.
Fell in love with a harlequin.
Saw the darkest hearts of men.
And I saw myself staring back again.
I am so fucking selfish.
So self-absorbed.
So unworthy.
I think I’m a monster.
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Ate? the bread that once was stones
Fell from a cliff never broke a bone
Bowed down to get the kings overthrown
Now I’m all alone and the fires grows and I’m all alone and the fires grows
God bless you, Alice.
You are not a monster, you are nothing close to be to a monster.
You are being yourself. You can always improve and get better, but you need help like I do.
You need someone to be able to trust, someone that cares about you as much as you care.
Someone you wants to talk with and chat with, and you will :).
Just give it time. You ain’t monster, don’t ever say that.
there is always some fresh hell looking for a hand out, always has been, always will be…..so your not special in that respect. But i think monsters enjoy the harm they inflict, and you dont seem to be enjoying yourself much, nor do you strike me as the type to purposely cause another body pain, i beleive it to be more like an inadvertent thing with you….i send you my love….