HopeHope.Hope
How I hate it. So much. Such a pointless endeavour, when wasted on the most ridicules notions.
My mind tells me that it’s impossible. That I should just let go. Good riddance. I should cut my loses. Harden myself to it. Say goodbye. Distance myself. Run. Block it out. Repress it.
But it is always there. That niggling little ‘what if’, always lurking in the background. Nestled in the darkest part of my mind, always. That constant little hope that things might go back to the way they were one day.
They never do. Ever.
But I still hope.
For A FriendYou know, I still think of you.For A Friend
In those moments of nothing. When thoughts drift into your mind. Ensnaring you.
I wonder what you’re doing now. Whether you’re happy. Yeah, I wonder whether you’re freaking happy. And I get the feeling that it’s more than you do for me.
Because I’m not happy. Not on the inside. My wall is in place. And it is cracking. It’s your fault.
I let you in. I trusted you not to hurt me. But you did. Oh yeah, you really did.
You know, I still love you.
Though I want to hate you.
His KingdomHe is my master. I am his slave. I am tethered to him, unable to escape, writhing on the dirty floor in vain, clawing at my bonds, struggling and weeping.His Kingdom
He is a cruel master.
Sometimes he will let me walk free. I will gaze around in wonderment.
I see hope, freedom.
I dare to dream. A sin that is unforgivable.
So he punishes me by extending my sentence under his cruel ministrations.
My fragile hope is crushed and broken.
He is my master. I am his slave. And how I despise him, and wish for his reign to end.
InsanityI am scared.Insanity
It is so sharp, this knife-edge on which I walk upon. Every tentative step forward results in crimson warmth between my toes.
My blood is cold from the deep, stomach-wrenching fear of what awaits me.
If I stumble, I will fall, the icy black depths swallowing me whole, tearing at something that I cannot name. I will be lost to the abyss, with no ray of light to guide me home. Falling. Falling forever, with no relief from the burning of my lungs, or the frantic thumping of my heart.
I walk upon the brink of insanity.
Devious Journal Entry
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ELIF = BFFLTITZ.
ADAM = FGT
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burned.
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ADAM = FGT
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