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Aug 2017
Will I ever outgrow this constant state of failure. This so called Karma, or "bad luck" that seems to haunt every path I tread. Like a shadow, it's presence is constantly there, just not always visible. Will I ever be seen as perfect? What defines perfection, what makes one perfect, how do you obtain this title, and how do you keep it. How can I become anything besides myself.
Depression eats away at my soul, and these are just some of the many thoughts that made it from my mind to paper.
Written by
jewel  19/F/Washington
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