I’ve always known, deep down, that I had a problem. Whether or not it’s addiction remains to be seen, or schizophrenia or bi-polar, or even just plain old psychosis.
Eh. I guess I’ll work through it. Somehow. Someday. Some way.
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Ahh yes. The good ole days. Haha. In the past.
Yes, you, my dear..
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It has only begun to occur to me that my reach only extends the length of my arms, and ny grasp has been slowly slipping.
“Flowers in my eyes and bird-song in my ears
Augment my loss and mock my bitter tears.”
- Cao Xueqin
Great way to start my Friday off. 7 days sober. Hooo. This is getting fun now haha.
I’ve been so numb for so long without ever realizing it. I feel so awful for the things I’ve said and done. I feel miserable, remorseful, I’m grasping at the last few straws of my psyche and trying to stay sane.
A poem, by Cao Xueqin :
“Can I, that these flowers’ obsequies attend,
Divine how soon or late my life will end?”
Spring soon leaves and brings summer, then autumn, then winter. The passage of time, aging is seen through the life of wilting flowers. Do we wilt away or turn our faces upwards towards the sun?
I don’t know anymore. I’m still pealing the petals away and trying to make it to tomorrow, let alone summer haha..
No more of this; and here I end my joyful youth,
Time to grow up, wake up; time to learn the Truth.
closecyour eyes right bedore the train hits, so relaxing
i just keep on watching this..
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