#itstoolateforthis

I feel lost and alone...in a forest full of trees I grew myself, terrified of monsters I somehow created. How did I end up here? How did everything turn on me? I run quickly through conniving branches full of sharp thorns and flexible limbs that slap me in the face, tripping over dark, strangling roots and slipping on the gooey mud that coats the ground. The air is heavy with a thick, vicious sense of failure and defeat. I choke on it as my lungs seethe from the toxic air. Voices whisper in my mind that I will never be enough. I am all too familiar with the evil words of the forest, and the despicable things the sprites say to me as they look down at the mess I am from branches above. All I can say is I want to go home, I don't know how I ended up here again but this time, in this Labyrinth of overgrowth, it's harder to find the exit. It's harder to escape the beasts that jump out from the shadows and slink around, lurking in the darkness. I am lost and alone. And somehow it is all my fault...

So after a long conversation with some one, I learned that I'm basically a selfish bitch who doesn't really care about anything. When the fuck did that happen??