School, life, almost every task that requires attention becomes difficult and reaches for the tip of impossible. These are the affects of the feelings that live within, the feelings that demand continuos and obsessive attention and processing power of the brain. If only there were some way to control them and decide when to let them unleash their painful and undertaking wrath over my mind. But there is not. They choose when to come out, they choose when to fill my mind with elaborate ploys and deceptive yet affective ideas that lead only to the further insanity of my already broken soul.
i screwed up. i hate myself for it. everything was perfectly fine and i just had to say some stupid shit that screwed it all up. message to take away here is that you should never test close friendships with trials, because most of the time, they will fall apart and if by chance they don’t, it will never be the same. ever.
