Three days.

Three days of silence.

The absence of your presence awakens familiar feelings of anger, self doubt, and insecurity.
How is it that I keep traveling down the same road?

It’s as if I am the sole passenger forced to ride an eternal roller coaster of mixed, complicated emotions.

Why do I keep reopening the wounds in my heart only to fill them with endless nights of meaningless *** and mind-altering substances?

Perhaps, I torture myself with synthesized happiness because secretly I enjoy the notions that they present.

But alas, perhaps succumbing to these masochistic tendencies may be my undoing....

Written by: Helene J.C. Armbrister