i don't know what it is today. i feel worn down by the sands of time. they have been scraping me a long time now. the winds that power them have grown ever stonger. cutting away at myself. a little piece here and chunk there.
in the end i feel like i will be but a pebble. a shadow of what once was a great mountain. it seems to me that they will never cease, with constant ebb and flow of time. eventually they will bring me down. i will succumb to it, and it won't be merciful. it will not take pity on me nor will i myself.
i do not know what to do with myself these days. everything seems so pointless. all i can do is try to make others happy or proud. what if i am not happy or proud with myself? will i have then failed the people that care the most for me??? yes, i will. no, i don't want to. yes, i will try not to. no, it won't be in vain.
in the end it won't matter. at all. for it will all be gone. these feelings of inadequacy, torment, listlessness. also feelings of joy, unbridled happiness, bliss. this body, this mind, this soul. gone. never to be seen again.
reality is for people who can't cope with drugs.
STICKS AND STONES ARE HARD ON BONES.
AIMED WITH AN ANGRY ART.
WORDS CAN STING LIKE ANYTHING,
BUT SILENCE BREAKS THE HEART.
NORMAL IS JUST A SETTING ON THE WASHING MACHINE
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