Who am I, who am I trying to be? | I am lost | Living in a fantasy to bury the the reality | Making myself the mystery | A strong facade hiding the pain
Anxiety and depression is not a reflection on the person. Usually, the nicest and best people suffer most in what is essentially a cruel and selfish world.
A violent self-degradation rears its head today. Like a dragon over my wasteland, torching everything. It brings me to despair, emptiness. Resignation.