Life should be a little messy. We shouldn’t be afraid of getting our hands dirty now and then. The charm of life isn’t perfection, it’s the imperfect. I find beauty in what people throw away and call junk. The broken. The shattered. The ugly. Yes, even ugly can be beautiful. You just need to know where to look.
I can’t function until I drink and I can’t function when I drink.
Madness. The rats are ripping apart my soul. Anguish. I feel trapped. Paranoid. Something’s coming for me. I can feel it. Filled with dread. Breathing faster. Eyes wide open. Going crazy.
Ants are marching in my brain. Shaking. Nervous. I’m afraid. Voodoo Child playing in the background.