briefly

Don't mind me. My life blew up in my face. I trusted when I should've doubted. I left when I should've stayed. Then... I left when I could have killed. That's a good thing... I think.

There's a story to tell. I don't know why I can't seem to type it out. Maybe it's the disease. Maybe it's just because I'm really fucking tired... tired of all of it. It may be an interesting story, but it's my life... and drama always brings exhaustion after a while, when you're the "star of the show".

My brain is eating itself.

Apparently, it's hungry.