just don't know,
feel like I can't.
don't know if I can do this.
70% of my subconscious is screaming at me to just run. Run fast and never return. Hide too while I'm at it. Fucking innate defense mechanisms. Oh yeah, I did some damage during shopping therapy yesterday. And then did some today too.
5 pairs of shoes (nice huh? can never have too many pairs of shoes, and believe me I have way too many to count) + nice date clutch, shirt, and pants within a 2 day span. Yet, after all this luscious consumerism, I still feel like shit. Damn. right?
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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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