Every so often you have one of "those" days. Those days were nothing happens and yet something changes deep inside you. That's been this whole week for me. I am really missing something. I'm missing many things actually. But the cancer survivor in me is screaming relapse relapse. And it happens.
It seems like everyones been seeing the worse side of me lately. Maybe that's because that's all I give. And the pyromaniac in me just pours more fuel on the tinder. And it burns.
How can I stop something that feels so right and comfortable? The sado-masochist in me is yelling stop, stop. But I won't. It's a part of who I am. My identity. The schizophrenic in me is babbling something about shattered personality syndrome, depressed shattered type.
All the while the drug addict in me just wants more, more, more. Even diamonds start as coal.
Then the fucking lover in me reminds me that I've had someone on my mind too much lately. And it's not ever enough.
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