Sometimes...

Sometimes I forget I'm a writer.
Sometimes I don't even want to get out of bed.
Something I hate myself.
Sometimes I want to think everything I am is nothing,
That I'm lying myself into happiness.

I waste so much time in despair, time that I could be using to run around it delightful circles. I know I control my fate; I know ultimately what matters is how I view myself and the world. Then why do I waste time wondering if I am as AS GOOD as the world around me? Does it matter? As long as I'm happy?

Never give someone else the satisfaction of putting you down. I've let so many other people make me hate myself, doubt everything I am. Why? Because I want to think that is how I should be. How I should be? That is not for anyone but me to decide. Too many sacrifices went into me being here to let myself be defeated this quickly, to let myself defeat me.

I'm blasting Epica btw. Epica is like my lifeline now a days.

"Don't look back/ Keep on track to break the curse"