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That moment when you see your ex, and she's more beautiful, radiant and youthful than you remember. Here you're looking and feeling older and miserable and look at her....
I'm over her I'm sure I am, but I'm still lonely of course. I'v come to the realization that I need to put her behind me,
and not just her but the past and all the pain I've been carrying around with me for so long. I need to move ahead, I need
to get better, need to be better than I was before. Only I can do that for myself, I thought she could, but that's something I have to do.
I'm over her I'm sure I am, but I'm still lonely of course. I'v come to the realization that I need to put her behind me,
and not just her but the past and all the pain I've been carrying around with me for so long. I need to move ahead, I need
to get better, need to be better than I was before. Only I can do that for myself, I thought she could, but that's something I have to do.
Into the Dark
I released an album, listen if you like: https://echofox.bandcamp.com/album/into-the-dark
Into nothing...
You ever feel like you're withering away? Have you come to realize that you may be nothing more than a decaying, biological mass of flesh. A slave to impulse, emotion, and every illogical thought that find its way through that thing you call a brain? If so, you just might be me! Or everyone else! I'm almost 33 years old, I've been in the cold embrace of depression for what feels like a decade, I'll be surprise if I make it to 40. What do I have to look forward to? I never became a successful artist or writer, despite creating digital art and photography for at least a decade, I even wrote a novel, albeit, probably a shitty one. Younger me wou
Irrelevant
My intelligence is diminished, dwarfed, by the oppressive anxiety. The relentless, incessant depression that eats away at my mind, my sanity, blinding me, distracting me from reality. From logic, from a semblance of clarity.
Not enough to be alive
It’s not enough to be alive, just breathing, inhaling and exhaling. You have to live, have to thrive! What if you don’t know how to, what if you can’t live with yourself, with the thoughts in your own head? What if you feel like you’re not in control, that your mind betrays you, sabotages every chance to be happy. That creeping, self-destructive monster climbs to the surface, shows its grotesque face.
What if it’s your own face you can’t stand, when you look in the mirror all you see is defeat and failure? An ugly, empty shell of what should be a person. A person filled with passion, a vibrant, healthy
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