Imitating a perpetually distressed sine wave, I once again succumb to the deferral nature of my subconscious. This very attitude, many years ago, birthed the raging self-hatred I carry even today. It drives me to kill myself over and over again in front of the very mirror that reflects this asylum-like behavior into my life.
I'm the worst enemy of my mind that I've encountered as of yet. And the combat medicine that my body doctor wrongly prescribes on a frequent basis eventually becomes the venom that poisons me. Simply put, it's a medicine reading the description - "overkill for an overly emotionally pampered and self entitled child trapped inside a young adult's body".
Often, I wander so far away that I lose sight of why I began writing this piece in the first place. But oh well; fuck it.
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