All these time I thought it was my heart being cruel to me when in actuality it had all been my head. My heart wanted nothing but the best for me it was quite bizarre to be listening to it telling me everything I already know but don’t want myself to acknowledge.
That I want to be alive. I just don’t want to put in the efforts or care. I feel guilty right now for forgetting that other people are also in hell but yeah. How would I know? I’m selfish and did not want to be better.
I’m the monster I hate. I’m the irony always. Really though, even if my heart was nice to me, what does it know about the realities of this world? Even dreamers fall off the edge of the cliff.