running is easier
i find myself unable to deal with the social world. how small the world is. holing myself up in my room only leaves me scratching at the walls and old scars in my brain. everything screams to find a new place. start over. recreate. burn all of this to the ground and leave it behind.
but this time i haven't let myself. i've stayed put. stayed holed up in my room. scratched at all of my scars. and nothing changes. it's all still fucked. and i still have nothing.
well, at least i'm attempting to put genetic collection habits to good use. and the holding off on escape has allowed the collection to continue. so there's that.
i am a piece of glass dangling 6ft above the concrete floor.
but this time i haven't let myself. i've stayed put. stayed holed up in my room. scratched at all of my scars. and nothing changes. it's all still fucked. and i still have nothing.
well, at least i'm attempting to put genetic collection habits to good use. and the holding off on escape has allowed the collection to continue. so there's that.
i am a piece of glass dangling 6ft above the concrete floor.