and just like that the facade of imagination falls down...
if anything .. holy shit that was dark.. and now I don't even know what i was going to write.. self loathing..
hope is for the blameless...
Why is no excuse the line to not cross... why can't i forgive myself... because i can't forget it.. and i hate myself for that.
I feel like the shoe is about to fall..
i feel inauthentic.. unoriginal.. disingenuous... fraud.. scum.. trash.. crap.. shit.. garbage.. my selfishness leads to destruction.. i destroy everything i touch..
damn this is some depression....
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