I feel like the old 'me': looking for reasons to hold onto the pain, the whatever this is. I crave this kind of feelings, I create them.
Fuck! I need someone to understand this. I need distance from things and to feel them close as well. That's why I'm scared. I know the truth, I know what the future holds...but do I want it? What if I don't want to lie on the bed I've made?
Crap, not even the most innocent and lovely desire can pull me out of this one. Even THAT makes me doubt. My mind shouldn't be like this if it felt something different...does it make any sense? ANY SENSE AT ALL? Of course not... My mind's played out like that for a reason, I do it like that. I'm sick and twisted...I can't stop thinking about regret. Lack of it and it being more than enough...
I feel like cursing.
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