“I can’t really see the seriousness. My own frustration hits so hard that I want to turn to destructive sulotions to count the seriousness in blood drops. Like the reality would’ve been more serious then?” – From another blog.
My thoughts about it.
I bury myself in the sadness, let it hit me hard, as hard as i can manage them to hit me. I’m clinging to the pain, sadness, the truth that i only stop myself from getting better.
I don’t allow myself to even try, because I won’t make it anyways?
I still can’t really see how deep i’m in this crap, how strong the monster has its grip on me, but i can feel its there, all the time, always a finger into everthing i do or say, sitting there with its spikes out, ready to make the pain more intense as quickly as it can.
Bekka – InsideOut