quitters never win

but does it count as giving up if you never started in the first place?


You need a burn in your muscles and veins to feel your exhausted heart beating, you need a chill in the air and ice worming down your throat to feel yourself breathing at all. You need the music so loud that it gives you a headache and leaves your ears ringing, you need to crash into things you'd normally brush past just to notice that your skin still feels something.

It's almost funny how you need to be reminded that you're still alive.

when these open doors were open-ended

Do I hear twenty-one whispered reminders of the hours, days, months wasted?
Do I hear twenty-one agonized shouts of despair from those who during those hours, days, months never did anything wrong?
Do I hear twenty-one resentful sighs of defeat that echoed throughout those blurry hours, days, months and resonated in the eardrums of our dreams for years afterwards?

Do I hear twenty-one, twenty-one, twenty-one?

look at yourself and laugh

You've postponed reaching out to anyone else for so long that now that you have the guts to do it you're left with no one to call out to because you've finally managed to push everyone away.

Well fucking done.