What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Bitter.

I’ll never learn about biochemistry, I’ll never learn why we can fall in and out of love, I’ll never learn why we fall for those we cannot be with, and I will never learn why a broken heart cannot be mended.

Insanity and a drunken stupor.

Drunk and light headed, I sit down at Witt’s desk and begin to write. The demons in which I have been desperately trying to hide have quickly unearthed and have risen to the surface. Within life, we can only try to contain our own minds for so long…but there comes a time when we must…