The little big things Do you know someone who has…
In a world where sensitivity and a demonstration of emotion is demonised this is bravery.
Here’s my attempt.
Maybe it’s my own reality that let’s me know there’s not enough piss and pills in the world to escape myself. I wish I could let go and accept myself and accept my hate. Letting go doesn’t seem so hard once you’ve accepted you’re going to die. Maybe I panic just to live, maybe it’s really because I know the only way out is through the end. Why the fuck would I bring anyone with me, maybe you know not to come anywhere near me. Maybe that’s why I hold onto anything that anyone’s ever said to me. Just so I know that it was once real. Obsession, distraction and destruction.