Self-Hatred

What happens when you become the one that years ago you hated most?
Do you empathize, or criticize?

What you do achieve is a yearning for that younger self.
A self that was naive to the enthrallment of actions that he once deemed unrighteous.

You say you'll achieve that mindset again, you must.
You hold yourself apart from those you once deemed unworthy.

But you are becoming them.

Summertime

Summertime is the time for failed attempts at responsibility due to motivational issues and self-loathing.

I hate hot weather.

Hearts a Mess

Tripping Into the Crevice of Depression

Have you ever watched somebody slide into the crevice of depression,
through your pathetic attempts to keep them from those depths of despair?
Have you ever wished that you were not the only one in the surrounding wilds that day,
yet known that you were indeed the lone endeavourer to that region of their soul?

While it is the heart that guides you there, the heart is left behind in the forest somewhere.
And while your eyes can see the signs posted on the path that say "Abandon hope all ye who trudge past here,"
your unknown source of empathy takes you past them.
And when you arrive at the crevice that holds the depths of despair,
the slide has already begun for the lost soul down the slope that leads into this abyss of abjection.

But more is lost in the fissure than frivolity,
the sense of identity-- if it existed at all-- becomes as void as the light that once abounded.
And with the loss of one's personhood, comes the loss of purpose,
or more accurately, the loss of the ability to find one's own goals.
Because these things lie far from the depths of despair;
so abandon faith ye who enter there.