November 2011
There comes a point in your existence when you realize you’re too far gone, too broken to be fixed, even helped. The illnesses have become apart of you, completely. And without them you can’t even see yourself being, being anything at all. This is who some of us are, some of us can’t break through the barrier, or climb the wall to achievement. We are the empty, breathing corpses.
I want more than I deserve.
