That was not the experience I wanted to have. These patterns have to break at some point, this road is barren like the forest where I lost myself. A cloud of feuding emotions hovers over my head. I don't know where I'm at or where I've been and everything is a distant haze. Where does consciousness begin? This question plagues my brain like a virus trying desperately to leech on to my emotions, manipulating them like a puppet master. I am just a marionette, hanging from strings, the more I thrash the tighter the knots become, choking me back to reality. Let me go, I pray, let me go.
******* I need self worth. Where am I? What am I doing? Does anybody really even know or is this just a feeling that I have by myself? Confusing doesn't begin to describe the places I've been, I just know that I never want to go back.