resistance
i laugh to myself, quietly. as i already feel my fears start to hold me back. it's silly how we cling to what we know. make excuses. bind the ties. weather the storm. i am resisting this urge to back down, and it is taking a monumental amount of self control. every day is a new battle, most i lose...but i view it like conditioning. one day, after enough preparation, i will prevail. it's very difficult to find strength sometimes. for so long, i haven't cared enough to worry about letting myself down. it was just expected. so not only to i have to recondition a body that's become used to being treated like shit...but a brain that has just accepted that as the norm. i can't decide which is more fucked? probably my mental state.
i can see it on your face, that you're dying inside. there's only so much somebody can hide. i know, oh lord i know. -cory chisel
i can see it on your face, that you're dying inside. there's only so much somebody can hide. i know, oh lord i know. -cory chisel