Pick the pieces up

I am so used to this by now. Breaking down into a million pieces and then having to pick myself up one by one. I'd chew myself down to the bones and slowly vomit myself back out again. I'd empty my soul and then go all out to find it again. Because in life... In real life... There is no prince charming.

No one. No one will suddenly run to you and tell you that he's willing to spend the rest of his life picking you up again. Even if he says that, he'd be lying because there's no one in the world who's going to be able to pick you up except yourself. If you resolve to lie on the ground like the pool of puddle you are, then you deserve it.

You deserve not standing up. You deserve to lament over your own sad and painful life.

You deserve fucking it.

(This entry was not intended to make any sense. You must be as crazy as I am if you were to find sense in this entry.)

Toodles.