a/n I have so much writing, it's just that I never want to reread any of it because it's so morose and I just get so disappointed in myself for even thinking some of these things. But I guess this is a good way to get some of my feelings out so I'll try to make an effort on here.
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I'm such a contradiction to myself.
I hate change; I hate the unknown.
It puts me on edge and makes me feel helpless, and I can't face that reality. I cannot afford to feel helpless anymore.
But I crave change. It's a part of my personality, because when I get too comfortable I get sloppy and suicidal. I love exploring and doing things that are new, because what's the point of living if you aren't really living at all?
YOU ARE READING
Requiem
PoetryI can barely make sense of the writing inside of here, let alone describe it as a whole.
