i got stuck

i'm not an interesting soul, i can't write beautiful sentences or witty comments, and maybe that's where i fell short. or maybe it's just pure bad luck, that i was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

i'm, so, stuck. can't stop looking around and just seeing phantoms of memories of the last couple of months. and it just makes me sad, so sad that it hurts my insides and my soul. i know it's bad for me, so bad, but it still hurts like the biggest fucker. it's like a rusty nail that's buried deep, deep inside me just violently getting yanked out without any anaesthetic, leaving a bloody mess behind that takes way too long to fix.

a habit takes 21 days to form, and much longer to break. i just hope mine can be broken before it devours me alive.