by cherubim » Sun May 27, 2018 9:48 pm
a neverending feeling of discomfort surrounds me. how is it that i am recovering, yet still i manage to fall to such trivial matters? friends fall one by one; my metaphorical scissors cutting their strings attached to my marionette's hand. i am not needed - i see that now. am i doing something wrong? is that why they seem to dissapear? of course! i abandon them, only due to my own selfish fears. the villian in every story, especially in my own. how am i to continue on without a saviour?