Mara Samsara

Do you believe in reinvention Do you believe that life is holding the clue Any way to face the silence Any way to face the pain that kills you

Empathy can be a curse. If I'd give a crap about certain others, my life would be so much easier.

The darkness within me is hardening, gaining an edge. It used to be diffuse, shrouded in fog. Now it solidifies, forcing its way out—like raw steel in a furnace, beaten relentlessly into a weapon.

I'm so f***ing furious! I don’t see why I should keep putting in the effort to make my team members feel comfortable and at ease. I mean what do I get in return? They bloody let me down and only care about their own f***ing interests. I begin to understand bosses who bully their employees ...

I'd love to be a manipulative bitch. Like psychopaths driving people where they want them to be and making people what they want them to do. But my pride and my anger get in the way so often. Darn. But on the other hand, I quite enjoy being aggressive and condescending. You [censored]! Go [censored] yourself!

It is getting better Or do I feel the same Will it make it easier on me Now I got someone to blame

Wanna know how to startle your trusted psychiatrist? Easy. Just them him/her you know where he/she lives while maintaining cold eye contact. Don't worry, you really do know where he/she lives. If you don't know what I mean, you better throw yourself under a lorry.

Didn't have a normal day at work for three months. Feeling more and more stressed out. Energy is fading. Darkness is growing. Let's see where this path leads me ...