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Thursday, January 08, 2009
What's left when things are not right
Suddenly everything has pushed into perspective for me. Perspective that i didn't want to see because if i admitted to the truth of it, it would mean that i would have to change my ways. Could i live like that? Maybe, maybe not. It wouldn't be easy, in fact it would be downright miserable to give up my hallucinations and try to be a grown up. But i maybe do it and maybe i could. I couldn't make that decision tight now. It hurts to much, let's think about something else.
Suddenly everything has pushed into perspective for me. Perspective that i didn't want to see because if i admitted to the truth of it, it would mean that i would have to change my ways. Could i live like that? Maybe, maybe not. It wouldn't be easy, in fact it would be downright miserable to give up my hallucinations and try to be a grown up. But i maybe do it and maybe i could. I couldn't make that decision tight now. It hurts to much, let's think about something else.