There is that strange moment in your life.
That moment, that makes you run like a fucking cheetah.
Your thoughts are too much to bare, and some things are better left inside the dark corners of your stupid brain.
You’re looking for something that will prevent you from thinking.
You want to get wasted, you want to have sex all the time, and to feel love.
It’s like bashing your head against a wall you created yourself, and it’s only your fault.
It’s like biting some divine beings lips, asking yourself what the fuck is happening.
The world your mind wants to create is comparable to sitting inside a tub full of cold water and telling yourself it’s warm.
Sometimes, when you wake up, you realise that you’re just a big lie. Still, you’re trying to present that lie in the best possible way.
You go out to see people, telling yourself: “I’m going to control myself today”, but you still get completely shit-faced, and in the morning you know you’re slowly beating your conscience to death.
Few days later, after that long run, you want to calm down. But somehow, you can’t. “Stop whining, do something with yourself.”
"There are children in Africa that don’t have anything to eat, and I’m being a childish ass about everything." Writing such posts makes me feel bad, cause I’m so full of myself.
Change is one of the permanent things I know. So I turn some music on, and search for the blast, that i crave so much. Let’s make love to the universe once again.@1 year ago with 1 note
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