Better to get these thoughts out in space, rather than crawling endless circles in my head. "A sick mind cannot cure a sick mind"
Monday, February 8, 2010
How do you get rid of something, that doesn't want to be gotten rid of? I feel possessed. I feel, a shell, possessed. Confused. Hollow. On the tip. Tears brim. WHy do I have to go through this pain? No, not that. Everyone has pain. Its just unfortunate that seems like it will never end. The thought that, this is meaningless, crossed my mind. That is very old thinking. take me, take all of me. take my self will. it feels taken.