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Monday, April 8, 2013
This obsession has spiralled out of control. The brake lights are failing and this vehicle is swerving off the highway, and there is nothing I can/want to do to salvage this situation. It feels like I bought a one-way ticket to wherever this problem I created is bringing me. But what I feel is not helplessness - that's hardly bothering me. What's bothering me is how the finishing line in my point of view is the point of no return. The fact that I'm clearly aware of what's happening but still allowing this problem to chase me relentlessly is what scares me. Keeping this up could be dangerous but somehow I can't help but find comfort in discomfort. |
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