Scheiße, Be Mine.

It’s just one of those nights where I’ve thought a little too far out of safe boundaries. Leaving me alone at this time is rather dangerous. That’s when my mind begins to wander. All the pain floods out with a burning passion. Every little thing finds its way into my head to fuck with me. If theres any time that I’m extremely vulnerable, it would be during this hour. I can admit that I’m not okay, but by the morning I will be. I have to be. Only when I’m alone do I allow these feelings to come out. When no one else is around to feel its lash. Perhaps this is a safe way to vent everything that’s been bottled up inside. Either way, by the morning, it will pass. I’m not faking happiness, I’m simply ignoring what hurts, appreciating what feels good, and letting out the pain later. I’m not perfect.