I need a break from this. I’m driving myself insane with my stubborn desires and ideals.
I know that I can be strong. Yet certain things that I’m forced to do now is deflating my power.
I cannot stand staring into the eyes of happy hypocrites, who utter fml when little things don’t go their way… There is much more for me to complain about, but I do not. I cannot. That is the burden of secrecy that I have chosen to take on. Instead, I transfer my desperation grumbling about little things like the weather and so on.
Which part of me do you know. In reality nothing…
Just ignore me. I’m just good old insane Logen. Crazy, eccentric, weird…