We all have our demons. We all have our reasons to fight. We all have our reasons to give everything up. Don’t blame us for any of that.

I'm addicted to escapism

Ive always been a horrible procrastinator and had a really hard time focusing and doing things that I know will improve my life. I need a huge amount of downtime. My brain just never shuts up. So im constantly anxious and worried and driving myself insane so I try to distract myself in any way possible for as long as i humanly can and still accomplish what needs to be done to not be a total waste of life.

It is astounding how I have systematically destroyed myself in the course of years, it was like a slowly widening breach in a dam, a purposeful action. The spirit that brought it about must now be celebrating triumphs…

Franz Kafka, The diaries: 1910-1923

After a while of being holed up in the darkness of your own making, you become numb to everything that happens around you. Good news are only good as long as it takes you to realise that they pave the way to more bad news. A smile only stays as long as it takes a frown to catch up. Even when a little burst of kindness comes your way, you think you can’t possibly be deserving of it. That there must have been a mistake, some kind of wrongness, a bend in time and space. You might be afraid: this darkness is what you know. You have learned your way around it. You know how to navigate it with your eyes closed, with your feelings on hold. You think that things don’t last, that they never do, and that this is the way of things. You claw at your skin because you are desperate to let the light in, but the cracks in your body are filled up with bitterness, impenetrable. Or so you think. You think that it is impossible to escape from this prison - whether it was you or someone else who put up the bars. You might feel like you can't move on, that you can never leave the darkness behind you.

« با آدمها كه هستم، چه خوب باشند و چه بد، تمام احساساتم تعطيل و خسته مى شوند، تسليم مى شوم. مؤدبم. سر تكان مى دهم. تظاهر مى كنم مى فهمم، چون دوست ندارم كسى را برنجانم. اين يكى از ضعف هايم است كه بيشترين مشكل را برايم درست كرده. معمولا وقتى سعى مى كنم با ديگران مهربان باشم روحم چنان پاره پاره مى شود كه به شكل ماكارونى روحانى در مى آيد.
مهم نيست. كركره ى مغزم پايين مى آيد. گوش مى كنم. جواب مى دهم. و آنها احمق تر از آن اند كه بفهمند من آنجا نيستم.»

Doctor, look into my eyes
I've been breathing air, but there's no sign of life

I am better off alone

In my dark times I'll be going back to these streets
Promising everything I do not mean
In my dark times, baby this is all I could be
Only my mother could love me for me