I want what I want.

Congratulations you, you made it a whole year from the time when you sunk to rock bottom

Crying about nothing and everything gets old fast

I'm back to that bleak point of existence where foreign thoughts start dictating strange futures...all negative. Thankfully (?) I know from experience that the futures predicted are all false. There will be no more desperate moments and ugly scars- which, by the way mom, are way worse than any tattoo.

I'm only back there sometimes.

Sometimes I'm back there because I am so terrified of being back there.

And when I do go back, it isn't quite the same 'back'

Now I am almost completely without a line, because I am working for 'real life' from 'real life.' It's a much different perspective.

I should have...why did I....maybe if I...

These are useless, harmful thoughts.