Cat Dancer
MVP
It's hard when the weather gets cooler to stay warm. It's hard for my mind to stay focused. It's hard to think. I forget things. I remember later. I wish I'd never started this. I wish I could go back and KNOW then what I know now. Everything hurts. I am just so cold. I want to stop, but there is fear. I want to get well, but truly am not sure if I can get well. I don't think anyone knows or understands how much pain is involved. I keep stopping and trying to talk to myself instead of using this to feel, put the emotions into words in my mind, but it doesn't seem to work for long. I turn to the familiar, the known, the easy way. It's so much easier to keep going down an old path than to turn onto a new one. I hate this. I HATE it. I hate me sometimes too.
I'm good. I'm bad. I'm good. I'm bad. I am not good at all. It's all a trick and an illusion. No one can really see me. No one really knows. No one. I just let people think what they want to, but the truth is all locked up inside me. I am very bad. A very bad person. The world is so painful and harsh. I won't give up, but the truth is, I don't how much more I can physically take. How much can a person take?
I'm good. I'm bad. I'm good. I'm bad. I am not good at all. It's all a trick and an illusion. No one can really see me. No one really knows. No one. I just let people think what they want to, but the truth is all locked up inside me. I am very bad. A very bad person. The world is so painful and harsh. I won't give up, but the truth is, I don't how much more I can physically take. How much can a person take?