July 27, 2007

• I am the epitome of sorrow and malice. Simply an impassive character that lives, eats, and breathes pain. Living in a world where only pain can conquer pain over the years I have developed myself into a container, in which completely filled will teem upon it’s surroundings. Luckily or unfortunately I still have a very strong restraint upon this trait of mine.

  What doesn’t kill me will only make me stronger until I find something strong enough. Doing a lot of physical things clears my mind completely, all I think about is run faster and lift heavier. It numbs my mind and temporarily sends my heart into the void.

  I feel like I am two people sometimes… or maybe even more. Deep within I feel sorrow, while the outer person can live and react as one usual self. I’ve always been really bad with expressing myself, but I never knew that it would develop into this.

  Once in a while I get impulses, a voice that tells me to do things that I couldn’t imagine really acting out, bad things. I’ve always wondered about the people who don’t have a leash on this type of thing.

  Yes, well if you think you might be crazy you’re not. Apparently that train of thought leaves me to be not.

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