Sometimes, these flights of scares are needed. They may even be seen to rejuvenate what is there, and give a new sense, a new tingling of hope. Or, it may be consequential, creating a pessimistic blur of what used to be. I can't tell you which one it may be, but that I'm hoping it's the first one I stated.
I hate that I've become this monster. I raise my hands, stare at my fingers and trace the outlines of every flaw, every aspect that needs help. I know what needs work, and I realize I'm the only one to fix it. I'm sorry that I'm easily influenced. I'm sorry I can't make up my own decisions. I end up hurting myself in the end.
I've become so accustomed to someone telling me what's right and what's wrong; I've lost my common ground on common sense. I need to start helping myself.
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