So... I'm back.
This place really is my last refuge, and a dark one at that. I've come so far yet not gone far at all. I've gone further in life than I ever thought possible, only to circle back round again. It's a dark joke and a twisted one. If anyone were to know of this existence now, it surely would leave at everlasting taint.
I wish I wasn't such a chameleon. I read a piece and adopt its style, then mimic until I can't recall myself anymore.
I'm back here because I'm alone again, and drunk. I'm pretty certain I'll never fall into as dark of a despair again, but the thought is frightening. When do I stop making the same mistakes? When do I learn? When do I cease to repeat the cycle? No one has the answer, much less me. I still want happiness, but it's must more within reach than before. I don't need this place.
I wish I wasn't such a chameleon. I read a piece and adopt its style, then mimic until I can't recall myself anymore.
I'm back here because I'm alone again, and drunk. I'm pretty certain I'll never fall into as dark of a despair again, but the thought is frightening. When do I stop making the same mistakes? When do I learn? When do I cease to repeat the cycle? No one has the answer, much less me. I still want happiness, but it's must more within reach than before. I don't need this place.