Many times I start writing an endless string of metaphors here, I erase everything and start again.
I have no desire to disguise my stupidity. To put a nice mask to my nonsense.
Things are so frustrated I'm good I'm a junkie or quality. Never enough.
And start my internal fight. Because at least I'm glad to be able to think of cold even for 1 time.
Or perhaps I've always spent so much time thinking about problems that had not then now I have to strive to be logical, only to remember those clear ideas of common sense in my internal file. Even I have to chase the heart or hormones, because often I can not.
At least I have reached a good conclusion is that in those moments the best I can do is put on "pause."
Callar and away from everything when possible. Nobody has to suffer the brunt of my insecurities, my excessive demands and those "wonderful" sponsored by harmful fantasies my mind. I realize that enter the bag unbearable time in a catatonic state-jerk which often takes me out without collateral damage. It is in these moments when I realize the lack of security in myself that I have, how dependent I become at times but does not want to recognize and little ability to isolate the small voice that only gets fuel to the fire (which would baptize one of these days ... hmm, I've always assumed that my muse is just what it did a crash course of it, but was actually born succubus and likes to fuck me in some ways more than others).
At least I assume that will write a bit of escape. I'd be able to wipe this shit off my mind, be more confident in me and that things do not affect me as much as appears. What most annoys me is that I'm aware of how stupid this whole mess is internal to me ... but I can not be isolated or it will not affect me ... dammit.
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