“This shouldn’t have worked, for so many reasons. But for a little while, for this excellent moment in time, it did work didn’t it? And I felt human, alive. But you were right, a secret breaks you down, it’s like bile. Dark, corrosive. It’s a long story, and most of it’s unbelievable. But it’s time you knew the truth, now that I have nothing left to lose. When I’m gone, I at least want you to know what I was. I want you to know who you are to me. Nothing else matters. Not anymore.”
Damn, I know 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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