07:47, Thursday, Feb. 11, 2016
Want is a dangerous thing. Sometimes you just have to be the better person. What are we compared to the rest of the world. But if there is ever a day that she just gives up and falls on the train tracks, I won't be surprised. It feels like a funnel like all these choices can only lead you to one place. A distorted clever trap, something only I can see and everyone else appears blind to it.
There is a hole inside my mind that constantly mends over like cobwebs of healing until it covers it over but never fills up and if you jump on it it feels strong and sturdy like a trampoline but underneath feels cavernous.
Work hard. That's the next step. Working hard.