~rambling~

Being alone with my thoughts, miles of memories race through my head. The repetition of my mistakes, the constant of the dark has me questioning my reason for existence. Surely, it must not be to live a life of constant sorrow, but I just cannot seem to find my way. If I could only grip as tightly to myself as I do to others, I would have the strength to move past the mistakes. Self-worth is laughable. The irony is it’s not really funny.