Sunset

I think I now see why it is so hard for a drug addict who’s gone clean to stay clean, how a criminal who has completed his sentence get into yet another tight fix.

How one keeps picking away at his own flesh and can’t stop.

I was completely catty, paranoid, possessive and I disgust myself. But deep down I know no matter how low I stooped, it was a provoked attack. And I honestly couldn’t care less that a fugly girl who speaks little english attempts to retaliate with grammatically senseless insults.

Yes I am insecure.

I feel like I’ve lost so much in one week. One suicide, one near-breakup, one loss of principles, one death, one distant family, and complete numbness. I am rambling right now because I hardly know what to feel. My mind has been blank for days, with the exception of a few seconds every hour, when the gravity of events of the past few days sinks in.

I am at complete loss of words. With you, and with myself.

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Published:
2.6.10 / 2am
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Island Romance, Life
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