Sunday, September 11, 2011

You. Again.

Instead of tackling the problem, I avoid it. I avoid it in the most stupid way that exists on this planet. Leaving aside my pride seems impossible.
Maybe I like the pain. Maybe I'm wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe I just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.

1 comment:

  1. This post is great. Encouragement.