At least it comforts me to know that I am good at doing bad things, but I am even better at doing the right thing.
Being mentally ill and growing self-conscious about what’s wrong and what’s right in your life and in so many aspects of life itself its not much help because sometimes you lose control and do fucked up shit even consciously about it and you still do it, so then is like a lot of shame that…
Me complace saber que aún sabiéndome rota, me sé entera.
Todos los colores que soy todavía no se han inventado.
Es relativamente sencillo ser feliz, lo único que se necesita es inconsciencia.