i don't know what the fuck is wrong with me.
i don't think i'm human.
how can i do what i do without remorse? how can i live how i live without regrets: until now.
and why regrets? why not suppress it all like i always do? because this is different. i still can't believe it's fucking different. i wished my whole life for something, and when it's given to me i'm on the edge of throwing it all away.
throwing part of myself away.
i will make this better. for once in my life, i will turn this shit around. the skeletons will still lie in my closet, but i will make sure they can rest in peace.
note to self: remind yourself everyda