The black abyss consumes my everlasting soul and denies me my right of survival. My thoughts are encompassed in this inane vortex of my mind; they yearn to breathe free. Self-sufficiency is more pragmatic than self-loathing, yet I cannot break from the idea that I am not worthy of love.
so...yeah...i like, totally, did not get that awesome part in the play, ya know?
I find that over-analysis of one's life can do more harm than good, which is why I don't take my life that seriously. Take what I say with a grain of salt, and I'll try to keep the sarcasm down. Sarcasm is my stupid way of shielding myself from the harsh realities that I am not prepared to face.
One day, world, one day...you'll see...