Maybe the short post just wont suffice.
Truth is I'm feeling pretty broken right now. When a thing of beauty becomes a thing of need you distort it. When things get distorted I hate who I become, I crave attention and act like a fool to get it. It's like I'm watching myself cringing at every sad desperate display. I'm struggling to like myself right now. I am to myself like that annoying and embarrassing friend that follows you around, dragging you down. The night air seems cool and appealing, but I know how ever much I walk I shall never escape myself. The space will help though and really, what else have I to do? It's been hours since I've eaten, it will probably be a long time till I eat again, sleep will prove evasive for a few days too. I don't come out of this cycle easy, the trick is not to get into it. I thought I'd sussed that one, who was I fooling? Only myself. I am only myself, how will that ever do?
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