“Unmedicated” they’ll say. That’s why she’s this way.
Because I’m not enough alone. Can’t. Will never be, without help.
“God” made a mistake.
But we don’t accept that either because God “makes no mistakes”. Where’s the fucking logic?
I don’t fit anywhere.
Broken may be meant by this existence. For no apparent reason. What’s a good enough reason anyway? What justifies this?
All of this because I feel inadequate. Due to my own allowance, nonetheless.
You control your emotions. You’re it, the reflection. Everyone else dies, you die too.
I’m a weak fool. Because I possess the knowledge yet don’t use it. Still, guided by some sails uncontrolled by my logical being. No matter how much time I’m given to make a knowledgeable choice, I choose fucked up. Am I crazy or trusting of intuition? An intuition I trust is incorrect. A compass is broken. Leading me by a craving anything. Anything I would do for your warmth.
But no. I deserve not to have to give anything. Polar opposites combine to create this.