every few years, there's always one night. one night where i consider where i am, and how i got here.
sure, ive moved, ive gotten a better paycheck.
but im not better.
i was never "better".
ive never moved past the things that truly hurt me. if anything, ive gotten worse. i cope harder, i delude myself more. i convince myself i am right.
i can actually feel it hurt more and more as im typing this. all ive done was put a white sheet my problems and pretended they werent there. theyll go away eventually.

i dont want to continue this anymore.

nobody cares about these posts. im not funny. im not clever. im a porn obsessed idiot who thinks she's redeemable.

the shackles of mortality rust and crumble as they should.