Not a good day
As I am two days from receiving my bachelors degree, the words etched in fading lines across my skin seem more real and poignant today than they have in almost four years. The temptation to renew the pact with myself lingers in my fingertips. These words that are not true but have become part of who I am gnaw at my soul and send me spiraling back in time to days past. Days when I was these words. I still hear the voices in my head screaming from time to time. Screaming at me when I thought I had finally escaped them. I hear you. I know what. You are saying and as hard as I try I can't
help believing it today.
Worthless. Fucking. Nothing.
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