I’ve got so much going for me, yet so much against me.
At least technically I’ve still got time on my side considering I’m only 18.
Simply going about living feels like a contradiction because somehow I’ve almost come to encapsulate everything it is that I hate.
Fighting to live just feels like senseless “double-think” sometimes.
I swear I was making progress, maybe I still have, but right now it sure doesn’t matter.
I’ve got a sense of overwhelming confidence that time will heal me but have despair of the same magnitude.
It’s extremely painful cause I can acknowledge that there’s immense beauty in the world but I’m to ugly to […]