to fight oneself.
sometimes i catch myself. but most times i just go with it. heh. is there some kind of pull when it comes to violence, am i greedily eating up the the rush of this addiction? i think so.
im not scared.
its fun, sometimes.
im done with the social parts, maybe im through with the family aspect of friends. im fighting the urge to hole up and run away.
ill change opinions by the morning. im lost in an existential daze for the time being.
the soreness, the scratches, the bruises, the reminders.