Jun 13, 2018
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Dramatic brocolli for your soul.
Man. Fuck everyone. Whatever. Only taking care of myself from now on. I'm sick of drowning myself to keep others aflot. Fucking drown. FUCKING DROWN. NOBODYS DRAGGING ME DOWN. NOBODY. FUCKING DROWN ON YOUR OWN.
Full stomach, empty heart.
Your afraid and you can feel everyone and everything clawing at your skin. You can hear the confidence they have in you. More than you have in your self. Maybe you have to trust the confidence they have rather than yourself? Do you even know yourself? Or do you construct yourself from the thoughts of others? They say you can do it, your not sure. But can you? Can you do it?
I dont want to close the book, I dont want to stop writing.
I want you the love everything about me, how I love everything about you. How things were.
But what can I do, if you dont want my books anymore.
Every time I remember you, I have to remind myself to forget you. I dont want to, I really dont fucking want to. But you've already done it with me, so I guess I will have to do that same with you. Even though its like pulling teeth out of the love you have for a person. Because it's no longer mutual, you now love them now a one sided burning wild fire. And you now? Just a cold campfire of past memories. I will just have to realize your not coming back for me, even though with all of my heart, I'd do anything. Just to have you by my side.
Learn from the past, and grow stronger. Push though the black seas. My name is Zorah and I am stronger than ever before.
It's a strange feeling not being suicidal. For the first time, I'm okay.