Masochistic Me

 Why is self-destruction so tempting? Is it because it makes it seem like things don't matter because we don't?  Is it easier to feel pity? Is it enjoyable, pleasurable? Because we want to feel something? 


A comfort blanket to curl up and die in. 

What is the goal? Do we simply want to say 'Ha!' to everyone, I told you I was worth nothing. 

Do we want to feel something? Something raw and painful because it is honest and brutal? Something that feels like the art you used to create from all the leftover dreams and wishful thinking. Does it feel empty without it? 

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