And we hit the road at the earliest hour we could wake up at! The cool breeze was so good. And family? Yeah, they loved it too. 98 more words
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Most people believe it’s a cerebral thing. Figuring out what to do next. In the future. Or in the next minute. They believe it as something planned out, and even if they’re the spontaneous sort, going along with it without really thinking of consequences, rewards, punishments, desirous and unflinching, one still has that momentary millisecond of decision. 235 more words
there is a part of me that is still overwhelmed with the shame of my neurosis the selfishness of depression the vanity of starvation the insecurity and the helplessness that often to leads to self harm, drugs, alcohol who am i to feel any of those things but the chemical component in my brain is a powerful one and if i am to believe the doctors it is not my fault and if i am to believe the psychologists i did not have a normal up bringing or childhood but still every time i look in the mirror the same guilt and shame returns it is the cycle of my depression it is the pavement covering my feet.