The only time I feel truly worthless anymore is when I can’t find the words to comfort someone who is suffering. When I see someone who is truly suffering, a beautiful soul who refuses to see the truth and they hurt themselves mentally and physically, it pains me. I hate myself and the English language for not providing the words and the wisdom to help them.
life and living, for me, is an outfit. you put on all these clothes that weigh you down but eventually, end of the day comes; time to strip ’em off and rest.
I’m afraid that I’m genuinely losing my mind. That analogy, if you can call it that, is a half finished thought. So many of my thoughts are half finished and incoherant; I’M half finished and incoherant HAHAHA! self loathing is always hilarious.
I try to wear my life for as long as possible, but I always end up stripping it off and proclaiming myself animal.
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