Love and Care
I feel no better after loving something than I do hating it. I fear that I am getting better and losing the insanity that once nourished me as a child. I feel like escaping from becoming what society deals normal but I also feel that, In a weird way, I will always be insane. Even if I become normal. A part of me will be laying in wait to devour and destroy everything in my wake.
I'm loving this...And I'm caring for this.
Let the rain wash over my past and may I build my castle to live in and suffer on my own.