Last Of a Dying Breed

I shouldn’t have let her walk away. . .

Sometimes i get scared. I get scared of what im thinking, also i get super anxiety about my future. Theres time i struggle to find the means to stop myself from the daily spiral downwards. Ive spent a lot of my time reading and sort of constructing this whole im well and not a crazy person mentality. It works and does its job well but at any moments notice on a given day evry year now i explode. I used to make it years but it seems ive noticed a trend down to the yearly term now. I wonder if im losing the grip i once thought was tight. Goodnight all.

I like rocks! I love rocks!

There’s times that I think, I think deeper than usual at these times about myself more so than any portion of my daily routine. I run myself into a deep Forrest of thought thick with words I summarize and apply to my memories and my experiences. I get lost and lost often but I always find a silver lining or a exit. Though I must admit I grow tired from this type of compartmentalization. Am I alone in this, maybe. I rage on.

Sshhhhh it’s the cult of Baal 😂😂😂