Sometimes it feels like my life is just one big fuck-up. Sometimes it feels like the voice in my head is against me. Sometimes I feel like there are two different people inside me.
Every month I transform into all the things I do not wish to be. I think all the thoughts I do not wish to think. I lose control of myself, seemingly. I’m trying to get ahead of this. I’m trying to move forward. I’m trying to let go of things. I’m trying to accept things as they are. Continue reading “Sometimes…”