How do I stop?
I'm making excuses, I"m putting it off. I say I want to have time for my life, and yet I hide, behind the superficial pain of nothing.
I stress, because I make myself. I lie, and I"m a damn good liar. I know the difference, I can see the insult, and I revel in letting it exist.
I have my ghosts.
They're winning.
I'm looking for my weapon of choice.
But I'm trying to defeat myself.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
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