It’s become obvious to me that now is the time to close the door. I need to close that door on my past. This time for good.
I have nothing left to give to that past. I have nothing left to offer, and it has nothing left to offer me. I am forgiving myself for my past and I am cleaning that…
Letting someone in to see my emotions is an impossible task for me. To me, that is beyond opening up, it’s like ripping myself open for someone to see.
I’ve tried to do it before you know, but as soon as my mouth opens and the words try to come out, I feel as if my everything is screaming at…
I’m not like most people. At least most of the people that I do know.
Very much like wild animals, I like to retreat to solitude to be alone when it is time to die. Except I do it at my low. I like to lick my wounds in silence, recuperate in isolation and face my demons all by myself.