It seems the constant bickering of thoughts in my mind is becoming more repulsive day by day. As I type along these lonely lines, sitting here listening to Norah Jones on my iPhone, after all those self convincing that I've done, I still feel a bit battered in confidence; void of all necessary pleasures that excites me earlier on. It feels odd, strangely morbid.
My thoughts continue to play this game of Hide n Seek, I hated it from the bottom from my heart, and HATE is a strong word to be using against myself. I do not wish to turn into a sourpuss, or a troll who roams and shout his lungs out without any points, the occurrences of events that make me reconsider if what I'm doing is all of benefit to myself.
Would I make peace with myself? A clear mind and not forever plunged into the fiery horizons of my soul: Unknown, Unseen, Unpredictable. That is my one and only wish.
My thoughts continue to play this game of Hide n Seek, I hated it from the bottom from my heart, and HATE is a strong word to be using against myself. I do not wish to turn into a sourpuss, or a troll who roams and shout his lungs out without any points, the occurrences of events that make me reconsider if what I'm doing is all of benefit to myself.
Would I make peace with myself? A clear mind and not forever plunged into the fiery horizons of my soul: Unknown, Unseen, Unpredictable. That is my one and only wish.
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