I don't want to say too much about this. Writing can be the means that you go deep, but depending on the circumstances after a point you may begin to dig your own grave.
The central electric wire is out, and there is about one-hundred percent humidity in the house. Dread hangs in the air, as I am suddenly forced to face the most difficult task of my life. One I have been putting off for ten years, because it'll force me to relive every bit of trauma that once dragged me under and threatened to never let me up for air.
It's hard to breathe.The biggest problem with people who say their "biggest problem" or "toxic trait" is being too selfless, is never that they're too selfless.
And it is one of those nights that each person has at some point in their life when it is truly impossible to sleep, even for other reasons best not mentioned.
Backed up against a wall, after a point there is only one thing you can do: do your best with the hand you've been dealt.
So I boil some water to wash my hair, and throw on my nightrobe and some lofi radio and get to work under the impending morning's odd medium blue.
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