I almost did something bad yesterday afternoon… Almost fell through the cracks again. But I had the willpower to stop it. I almost undid close to 6 months of hard work avoiding it. Almost. But it doesn’t matter now, because I didn’t do it.
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I’m trying to unwind myself from your clumsy fingertips. I gotta stop myself from revolving around you. I can do it. I feel my willpower returning.
I can do it, I will do it.
Edited to Add: The silence bores a hole through my soul. The emptiness clings to the forgotten refuges of my senses. I cannot do this all alone anymore. I’m crying out for help as I am wrecking everything around me. I am calling out for help as I lie here all alone.
Who else will help me but myself? Indeed, I am alone in this masquerade.
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I don’t know how to love. I need to be taught. I have to tell the people around me how sorry I am because I do not know how to love.
How do I best love anybody? Which do I give, freedom or restriction? Do I give my whole self? Definitely. Do I discriminate against the unsavory parts of other people? No. How then do I love? How must I love? Somebody must teach me.
Fading gray and ashen walls close in on me tonight. The nocturne is so hard to resist.
I’ll smile and say I’ll handle it better this time around. But it’s only for the benefit of people who want to hear it. Because, the truth is, I am still groping in the darkness; groping for a way to live this life. I am too weak even to raise my head and build a better me.