Stake......
When everything is crazy- it is hard to concentrate on any one thing that might really be bothering you. But when the rest of the world sought psychiatric help, and you couldn't afford it-the only one crazy... is you. I'm sick of the hearing the phrase, "you couldn't possibly understand", sick of being underestimated. I've experienced more than I let on. I hate when people say their actions are excusable because they had a shitty youth, that their parents beat the ability to think rationally right from their body. If this was true, the world would be full of compassion-less assholes whom thrive on survival only to pleasure themselves. Nobody I know had a perfect childhood.
I hate how history has a way of repeating itself, how I finally find the strength to drive the stake just to have the ground snatched by somebody trying to prove they are better than me. I hate how lately they've been right.
Most of all I hate how I still feel not quite normal.
I hate how history has a way of repeating itself, how I finally find the strength to drive the stake just to have the ground snatched by somebody trying to prove they are better than me. I hate how lately they've been right.
Most of all I hate how I still feel not quite normal.