shortie

I want to talk about my trip but I've been stripped of the capacity.

Many things in my life are becoming unbearable, I don't know what I am going to do. I know I need to change them, but the prospect is so horrifying that I resist again and again.

Maybe part of me fears that if I don't have her I will have no one.

And the rest of me thinks she is right, and I am cruel and selfish.

What happens to the human soul when you are so acutely entrenched in your own entrapment that freedom no longer seems enticing enough. What it will rip from you is too dear, and you fear you would not survive the exposure.

Here it is again: the consoling lie. What is truth and what is not, is there anyone who can tell me?