Who am I really?
I feel like there are two of me. A person who wants to be good and do good. an artist, intelligent person.
And then there is the drug addict, cheater,lair, manipulator.
Behind an innocent face that drags people towards me hides so much pain.
I fight inside all the time and sometimes the bad wins and sometimes the good wins.
It's so hard. People think it's a choice and often I feel like it's not. That I just do things w/o thinking, on an impulse.
Medications just kill my creativity and leave me in a zombie state.
I feel so many emotions all the time and have the need to put myself in danger to feel things.
I wish I was like other people, just going by their day, working. Not like me, trying to destroy myself. I feel like there is not much time left for me, that I have no more energy living the life that I do.
I feel like there are two of me. A person who wants to be good and do good. an artist, intelligent person.
And then there is the drug addict, cheater,lair, manipulator.
Behind an innocent face that drags people towards me hides so much pain.
I fight inside all the time and sometimes the bad wins and sometimes the good wins.
It's so hard. People think it's a choice and often I feel like it's not. That I just do things w/o thinking, on an impulse.
Medications just kill my creativity and leave me in a zombie state.
I feel so many emotions all the time and have the need to put myself in danger to feel things.
I wish I was like other people, just going by their day, working. Not like me, trying to destroy myself. I feel like there is not much time left for me, that I have no more energy living the life that I do.
