I don’t know if I would call myself a good friend.
Am selfish, stubborn, self-absorbed, unfeeling and a loner.
In my happy moments I despise company. In my bad moments am a monster.
I stow away in my room with a locked door and the minimum amount of light possible.
Not because am Gothic nor is it a lifestyle choice but rather what the light shows.
The veneer we put up for everyone, fades away in the light.
The light shows all the hateful things you hate about yourself.
That you wish you could change but somehow can’t.
Funny thing is, the darkness is worse at this than the light.
When you are alone, surrounded by nothing but quiet, your mind won’t shut up.
Images, of dreams, of hopes, of pain, of misery, of failure.
They find you.
Some things, Some things you can’t run away from, no matter how far or fast you run.
Your greatest enemy is always the face in the mirror.
(image: This one I have no clue, if I do I will update.)
Weird facts you don’t want to know but I’ll tell you anyway.