And The Reason Why I Do Not Talk About Myself
I constantly run across people who have more skill in the tip of their pinky then I have in my whole body and it make me crumble. My will gets shattered like the most brittle glass ever crafted. I don't even know why I bother to lie to myself and say "I can make it.". Those people have been in their field since they dropped in the womb. Nah, most likely WHILE IN the womb.
I want to laugh hysterically to hide it all from myself but when I do I feel that blade pressing into my skin. The cold metal biting into my flesh and drawing blood. Enough to make me wake up and "forget" as if in a bad dream but in the back of my mind I know. Either that blade will thrust deep enough that I will not wake up or I will fall on that blade.
This is directly from my mind to the keyboard because my mind alters tings if not done right away.