I wish for the day it sustains its entity entirely. It is always indentured and has no sustainability. I have traveled from house to home. I have grown mentally yet I am still not strong. I have yet to find a residence where my feelings feel free to condone. What I once thought were emotions that I had longed for, happened to be something that I shall not experince at all. I fear of returning…
Story 1 Repetitive thoughts Repetitive attempts Repetitive conclusions This is truly the imperial state of discontinued belief within one’s self. The comparative subconscious that leads to solutions of no hope. The alternative to how you proceed upon your future assuming cowardicely on if you reach it. The triumphant abstract that is melancholy that immensely deteriorates the self esteem, well being and minds generous capabilities yet increases the state of guilt, suffering, self induced hurt…