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“Monsters are real. Ghosts are real too. They live inside us and sometimes, they win.”
Don’t let him see you crumble. That’s private, nobody is allowed to see your vulnerability. Weakness equals exploitation in places like this.
Pleasure comes with precision, not desperation.
Most blame others for their demons. We’re all victims one way or another, right? But not me. There’s no one else to blame. I got this way all on my own.
money doesn’t buy sanity.”
Anger sneaks back inside my mind like a silent assassin. It’s my ever-present companion.
I’d rather be fucking poor and in control of my own destiny than in this prison of superficiality.
I can’t fucking sleep. My mind feels alien. My skin itches, and I feel like a stranger in my own body. The trembles kill me, and delusions plague my every waking moment. Voices taunt me, shadows chase me and I’m losing my mind more and more each day. I offer a simple nod. “Fine.”
My head falls as I shove my emotions down, picturing the little box in my mind that all my monsters and demons barely fit into. It’s bursting at the seams. One day, it’ll erupt spectacularly.
We’re all ruled by fear. It’s a dark, amorphous cloud that touches every life one way or another.
