Heart of an Addict

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Last night,
before I closed my eyes
to sleep

 
my heart said, “I can’t wait
to love myself to another day.”

 
Today,
I woke up and felt my heart
was breaking.

 
“What happened?” I asked it gently.

 
“The same thing that always happens,” it replied.
“You teach me how to love myself by destroying myself
and now I’m breaking.”

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I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction (Mid-July Sale)

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Sad But Hopeful Lost Souls

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I’ve never been optimistic, but I’ve always been hopeful. The thing about optimism is that you always have to look at the bright side and be happy all the time. I think some people have lost their minds trying to positive think their way out of everything that they forget to take care of their malnourished souls. Being happy all the time is not mental health. It’s bullshit. People get tired, and so they rest. People get sad, and so they cry. People get mad, and so they go out with other people who go mad and drink all their craziness away. It’s a beautiful thing to go crazy sometimes you know because by then you become lost and that’s how you find yourself.