soothsayer; can you make me love myself? we were standing in the betweens of modern day and retrospect. you showed me all of the mistakes i had made that led up to the harshest numbness i have ever (never) felt. there is pain pulsating behind my right eye as i try to muster up enough willpower to keep writing (and life is wasted on me). i know that i weep for naught, when all of my faults were etched by my own hand. it's just hard to fathom that i could ruin myself so much in so little time.
