Feb 13, 2018
My mind marinates in drifting thoughts. Replaying memories. Coding data. Restating facts. All of a sudden I’m furious and wished I slapped when I could. But knowing how you fucked up something so great is punishment enough.
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My mind marinates in drifting thoughts. Replaying memories. Coding data. Restating facts. All of a sudden I’m furious and wished I slapped when I could. But knowing how you fucked up something so great is punishment enough.
The moment you disrespected me, I lost self respect in myself. I held pride in our relationship and it was ripped out from under me. Duped. Betrayed. Burned. Destroyed. Relapse. Get back up. Move forward.
It genuinely breaks my heart when people tell me they had to quit their passion to make a living. When do you reach an age where you have to sacrifice a passion that brings you so much joy just to be able to get by. I don’t want to fathom my life without dance or photography or some art that keeps me sane. It makes me cringe thinking about becoming another employee in some company among other sheeple. Like I know I’ll probably be a miserable employee if I don’t have something to keep me sane.