I should've died so many times ago, beginning from birth, to childhood and up to now. So many instances and occasions; yet, I'm still here. I've always had the worst luck, but when it comes to mortality, I have the best, I suppose
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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.
1 comment:
I can relate Jane
I leave a trail of destruction where ever I go
I shit you not
I always wonder how the hell I've made it to 30
I've never really wanted to but here I am
Maybe life has some awesome purpose for us?
What do you think? x
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