I don't know where to begin.
I wish I could tell you.
Everyday I punch a wall once, twice maybe three times.
This isn't the worst part.
On the outside I am an image of childhood.
Innocence.
On the inside I can see what I've done to myself.
Temple.
I can feel that I've destroyed my insides, everything that keeps me alive.
I've slowly destroyed it.
Every day I add a new line, one, two, maybe even three.
You'll never know, you never ask.
Enjoy your time.
I'll enjoy mine.