When I become that person you guessed not of, please do not judge me.
They say in those times of horror (my attacks) its not me. It is some kind of 'demon' who takes over me.
I can't breathe, I can't see anything...the future. So the question is: Is the future worth it?
I guess the answer depends on the person and 'their' story.
For me, at the moments of my uncontrolled possessing, the future isn't worth a dime. At the moment, all I want is to go away. For the self made torture to leave my innocent soul.
I guess what I long for is everlasting inner peace. Comedy wouldn't hurt.
Recently, I can say I hit my rock bottom but also achieved the best of the greatest.
With help, this under rated, extremely heavy word called life seems somewhat manageable.
But I can't promise anything just yet. I still have some discoveries to make and self searching to do.
I just want to say~ When the 'demon' (attacks) has eventually fully taken over me and I successfully fulfill my goal at the moment (die), it will be a mistaken day. A day where the true victoria was over powered by the will of something strangely unknown.
~This world, this life is a strange, random, unknown place. And I respect that.
Another statistic, Victoria Coraline Song
