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[katster]

Why do I enjoy making my soul bleed?

Why do I enjoy wounding myself spiritually, kicking myself over something that isn't my fault?

And how does one walk the fine line between putting oneself first and caring for one's friends?

I lost a friend because she got angry at something and decided it was worth it to wound me, and ...I can't fix everything.

Hell, I can't even fix myself.

i'm sorry, zibb, I know, I said I'd try, and I couldn't resist.

Here I go again, falling off the cliff.

Am I wrong somewhere here? I don't know, and I can't tell anymore. Too many shades of grey, too much changing...

Have a nice day.