It's a fucking 8 right now at 6:10a.m. and I have no fucking idea.
I feel like crying.
Why?
My entire chest hurts.
It radiates some ridiculous aching. ( I know, completely absurd right?)
Fucking end this now please.
I am so sick of this goddamn redundant and twisted cycle; it just forever self-perpetuates.
Fucking spectacular right?
Wrong.
Ugh. fucking bullshit.
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- mynameisjane
- hi, with warning. i am entirely damaged and crazy with masochistic tendencies and an addictive self-destructive personality. but i am in the trials of self-recovery- though thoroughly failing in the process, here's to hoping- one day- someday. in form of pure tried articulation of the written word, this space keeps the highly erratic and darkly emotional self reflection of my contemplative life with bits of sunshine scattered in between. i am a mess; i absolutely create disasters and inevitably fuck everything up. so decide if you are one who actually thinks and chooses for his own mind or one who is fated to predestined cowardice, forever running away like the rest of the narrow minded sheep in this world and unable to embrace the violent and bittersweet storm of harsh realness.
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