genuine melancholy
with thoughts purely disgruntled, irrational beings surround me, when do i find solace? when did being sadomasochist become legal that tormenting is humane? my troubles and fears, doubts, frustrations, insecurities seem to dance with the darkest horizons, and chaos seemed to be the only wind that make me suffocate from within. animosity and and anger prevails. the choice of companionship might have been false. now, grudges is long being harbored. disappointments. regrets.
i have to manage my escape from this habit. no excuses. learn from relish of the feeling of the chains bruising my limbs. i gotta learn from this. it's a dark hollow catastrophic segment which my consciousness must relieve. the flow is not always as good as it looks. this downfall shall rise the empire of triumph. every aspect of it. attachment by affection should be controlled. sheer pleasure is what i look forward to. enough of the plastic not so authentic posers pretentious cassanovas of their intentions of significantly taking advantage of my humility and kindness. I need my cure. stop stumbling.
Currently feeling: hopeful
Posted by celwinster at 05:16 AM | 9 whapakked






