Still I fail

You have me around your fingers. Each time you get your way, you act like a dick.

Planning tomorrow

I think, I feel, I know I am done with you.

I am going to love myself more, I am not gonna allow you to fuck my soul again.

Wannabe

Some things should never grow old.

Death with Dignity

I realized that I haven't been reading much on the world this year and now that I chose this Friday night to do so had made me dwell of how much I hate myself. I read this article about death with dignity. I am in awe of people who are brave enough to choose death rather than death choosing them. For prophets and deeply religious people who chose death to fight for faith - for people who chose suicide rather than be mentally, emotionally, and physically imprisoned has somehow made me feel how much of a coward I am.

I don't have passion to pick death over life. I still have my anxiety of what will happen to me when I die. I cry when I hear people die.

In this day and age, passions are rooted over projecting what the self can do (selfies, food for the day, clothes for the day, drinks for the day) which is not necessarily something to hate but I could personally say that it also conjuncts with having more expression to pick on how other people express themselves.

I feel that I live in a mental war - where people need to project themselves or have a better or smart opinion on stuff. This year I exerted so much effort in raising my opinion at work so people would understand what we do and why we are doing with it - my loyalty to the role I play. Is this the right thing to fight for?

Unfortunately I keep forgetting the things that matter in life.