Sunday, 17 June 2018


This is all BS. This whole life thing. I feel what I think. I don’t believe I have emotions? Or do I perceive them as thoughts? I don’t know. I don’t pretend to know much at all. This world scares me for things in my head are darker then outsiders percieved. I talk in past tense because I don’t see s future. But future inevitably will go on with or without you. Some of us are just destined to be alone. We touch so many lives but maybe some are just not meant to touch. We gain and lose people on our lives and I really couldn’t care. That’s just it. No psychologist is going to push me to use strategies in changing my behaviours. No psychiatrist is going to encourage mental stability and no doctor will prescribe a drug that will stop thoughts provoking death. Because no one can save you if you can’t save yourself. And you can’t save yourself if you’re already dead inside

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