I'm in one of those places where my mind wonders, and that's a dangerous thing. Where my conscience gets caught in a downswing spiral. Three cheers for my oblivion, the devil on my left shoulder sings.
What brings me these thoughts of woe? All my happiness suddenly gone without a note. I'm left searching for the unknown. Seeking for help, but telling no one because my pride like to keep things to itself.
I think my pain comes from self-hate. I'm not learning to appreciate my body, my mind, and my soul. These inadequate thoughts of a girl, whom on the surface, looks like she has a goal. Underneath the surface, I'm struggling to make three halves into a whole. I want to love myself. I want my mind under my control.