Sliceofme

Vague diary of a late bloomer

[pushingtil20]

Just like that. What would've killed me yesterday barely bothers me today. Patience and taking a step back might just do the trick.

And a little reddit search.

[pushingtil20]

There's an event that happens. You realise your perspective and reality are two different things. It's brutal. Brutally rewarding at that.

Because now, you get to choose, start from scratch. Don't let it be the same as earlier. You'll kill the fun.

[pushingtil20]

Survival relies a lot on romanticism. Loving your misery as if it's a fruit from heaven. Mostly just in your head. But gets the job done.

[pushingtil20]

Yea just keep walking they say. Only if it were that easy, i believe it is. Infinitely easier when compared to the mess hasty decisions make. Tonight is just another night. Slow, quiet, and free.

[pushingtil20]

And so it also came and went, just like a gush of wind. Posture really is the key to longevity. The ego no matter how small, still lives and feeds off of you. Pet it or let it be a gloomy corner is your choice.

[pushingtil20]

Warmth has been evident, and so the relapse. Not even counting anymore. It wastes energy and resources. As much as I have been avoiding it, quiet feels good. It feels nice to hear my ears blow some steam off. Goodnight my, me, and i.

[pushingtil20]

The main lead has spiralled down again. Only if knowing who's the main female lead was just as simple. Beating the sickness with immunity alone wasn't a great plan, at least in the short run anyways.

Fingers crossed for my guy. He can't stay underground for long. Tomorrow the shift begins. Night demands to relive memories. Reality demands sleep. Free-will be damned.