Friday, Mar. 31, 2017, 12:59 A.M.
I remember the moment i gave up. I can still envision the moment as if its a dream opposed to being a memory. I can remember the sunlight pouring jnto my room. And how the warm sunshine made me feel. I can still remember the freeing feeling of believing i could do anything. I wish that i could go back to that moment that it all changed . When the belief turned to fear. To the very second that my whole belief system, way of living, my purpose as a human being. I simply cant remember what it was that did that. What made that way of thinking?
I fear ive become nothing shy of a "junkie". And the moment a soul is lost to the world that which junk lives in, it shalt never return without great strength and determination. Which i no longer believe i possess. That saddens