It's times like these when reality hits. When I realize that the demons are never going to leave me ever, that they are with me more than I'm with myself. This realization breaks my heart and an overwhelming sadness fall over my whole being. Because how dumb was I to think that I could overcome what I'm meant to be.
I cannot be helped, and even if I could everyone is dealing with their lives, it would be shameless of me to think they would stop just so they can listen to me rumble about my nonsense issues.
Although 'selfish' of me to, but I wish the last attempts of ridding the few people that might give a fuck from time to time, the burden of my being had been successful.
Oh well, I am here again as they say, "Seeking attention"