Thursday, September 11, 2014

I planned to do 3 steps today



I've been constantly scratching myself since yesterday.

I have this very real or very made up anxiety disorder.

There are 84 versions of me in my brain and they all shout, whine and run around all the time.


I don't believe in synchronicity. I don't believe in miracles. I don't believe in soulmates. I don't believe that everything happens for a reason.

I think the state of being in love is hormonal, and that we make our own fate.

If you look up there is a different perspective.
It doesn't matter how things end. What matters is whether they really end.

I don't hate you. 

But maybe I shouldn't love you anymore.





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