It’s happening again and i watched it unfold. And i should leave it like this. Leave it to the ruins. Leave it to wither and die like no other.
It’s going to die in your hands. Just know whatever you do, it dies. It’s going to be dead to you.
I know therefore i am not doing anything and let it die right? Right. What on earth am i doing? I find it hard to even talk about it to myself.
I don’t know anymore. When shit hits your mind, everything is just shit to you. And shit is dead stuff.
nobody can handle your shit, remember that. I remember that.