Twenty Three

So I was outside, contemplating whether I should start jumping off the building at this point. You know how it is sometimes. People have a tendency to never get their way, and when they do get their way, it's always just pointing fingers at the person closest to them.

I have already grasped the reality of never being needed by the person whom I am absolutely needful of. It's one of the circumstances where I have been consumed by everything that had been choking me to near death. Somehow it had me reclining on my seat that's never fully allowed me the maximum capacity of reclining. It has this warning that I could never let go of. No matter what I attempt to do, it would always bring me back to the times where it's nothing but for the sake of casualty and experience. I could be honest and bring forth the many questions and the many answers that had led me to this point and time where I could no longer feel the need to apologize to myself for all of the worst things I did to myself.