so much for entry i've been writing that was just lost. damnit.
it is the itch that will not subside no matter how much you scratch. the headache that persists no matter the amount of advil. the stomach ache that will not be appeased no matter the offering.
you want to fix it, need to fix but do not know how. you would give it anything, sacrifice anything, if only you knew. it persists. it thrives. it is fueled by your unknowing hatred.
only torment remains.
appeasement has never been my strong suit.
self-infliction is my newly perfected talent.
you want to fix it, need to fix but do not know how. you would give it anything, sacrifice anything, if only you knew. it persists. it thrives. it is fueled by your unknowing hatred.
only torment remains.
appeasement has never been my strong suit.
self-infliction is my newly perfected talent.