"I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Sylvia Plath
These days I've been mildly annoyed at how I've been a hostage of my own mind for a very, very long time. Nothing seems to be working and everything just seems to be sinking. Sometimes its amazing at the sheer willpower it takes to just get up and go at it again. But each time there always just seems to be something that stops me from ever getting out of these sinking holes. It is what it is, and there isn't anything that's going to change this. I've said countless of times that I've accepted it, but where the hell is this reaction coming from? Denial? Missing something or someone? Attention?
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You give me nothing, and therefore it is only right that I feel nothing.
This was a game that was going to end eventually, and I guess eventually is here.
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