A Confession, Of Sorts by bloodbathopeth, literature
Literature
A Confession, Of Sorts
It is an interesting thought to understand that despite the distance and time, my mind is caught on a certain thing.
Distance, a huge factor and aid in the removal of memories which I seem to no longer have, is only relative.
Time has only allowed me to forge a stronger understanding this distance.
To say that I want those times back would be a lie.
Because we were very distant back then.
But maybe if we were closer now, then time would fix the issues.
Taken, by standards of possession.
I do not care.
My morals, or amorality, stop me from showing this want.
But I want to show, that I can want.
Perhaps..
On another land it woul
A Confession, Of Sorts by bloodbathopeth, literature
Literature
A Confession, Of Sorts
It is an interesting thought to understand that despite the distance and time, my mind is caught on a certain thing.
Distance, a huge factor and aid in the removal of memories which I seem to no longer have, is only relative.
Time has only allowed me to forge a stronger understanding this distance.
To say that I want those times back would be a lie.
Because we were very distant back then.
But maybe if we were closer now, then time would fix the issues.
Taken, by standards of possession.
I do not care.
My morals, or amorality, stop me from showing this want.
But I want to show, that I can want.
Perhaps..
On another land it woul
Deed is Done, Lonely Bastard by RachniQueen, literature
Literature
Deed is Done, Lonely Bastard
I was afraid...
...you'd walk here...
drunk,
dead,
lonely,
upset.
But when you didn't;
I felt no remorse on what I did.
It didn't impact you well enough.
Go back to square one.
Then we'll talk.
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I'm very close to the end of my rope.
It's gotten so short.
I think it's safe to say, that now no one will miss me.
I just don't see it possible.
I'm not worth anything.
I am tired of trying.
i have tried to impress.
and astonish.
and help.
and love.
but it hasn't worked out rather well.
every time i do something, it ends in failure.
i wish i could go back to the beginning.
and kill myself then.
if i knew this would be the suffering i would have
just a burden.
none of this seems real.
it just seems like a really sad and depressing dream
there's the smell of smoke
the voice of my mother.
the sight of my grandmother.
the sm