Pain changes things. It strips away fluff and pretense. It allows us to show our quality. I have been in pain for nearly two weeks. It ebbs and surges, but does not go away. Nothing I can do works to remove it or even dull it.
Some people become placid in pain. Others stronger. I only crumble. I get short-tempered and angry. I lose control quickly. I fall prey to the demons that lurk in my shadows. I doubt everything. I give up. I want to die. I scare myself.
I don't understand the purpose. I do see how pain can have one, but I don't see any purpose now. I just hurt...physically hurt.
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About this blog
Contemplation:
concentration on spiritual things as a form of private devotion b: a state of mystical awareness of God's being
2: an act of considering with attention
Punk:
This blog contains very real, very raw experiences as they occur in my life. I took the red pill, fell down the Rabbit Hole, got in the Wardrobe. I don't know where it's going, but there's no going back.
Comments are welcome on all posts. Let me know what you think.
concentration on spiritual things as a form of private devotion b: a state of mystical awareness of God's being
2: an act of considering with attention
Punk:
1. a. a young person, especially a member of a rebellious counterculture group. b. a social movement characterized by anti-Establishment sentiments
2. an inferior, rotten, or worthless person or thing
2. an inferior, rotten, or worthless person or thing
3. worthless articles collectively
Comments are welcome on all posts. Let me know what you think.
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- What is to be said about me is still not for me to say. This is for others to provide.
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