not like it matters…. really. does anything?!
Pain is real, much more real than this whole stupid thing. I’m so sick of it, of what I do. Living in my head….. I just want to feel something other than this crushing reality, makes it hard to breath, hard to hold back the depression.
So I march myself forward, hurting and torturing myself, because sometimes pain is the only thing I can understand…..
Screw…. no one understands anything, that’s the only wonderful truth there is.
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Pain can have a straightforward message, obliterate all else… much easier when the sufferer has control over it.
One foot in front of the other, to gods know where.