Sadly, I understand your dilemma all too well. I suffer from the same childhood legacies that make panic and anxiety the rule of my life. And, as you too indicate, I all too often turn to the wrong outlets for relief. I'm not sure why the need/desire for self-destruction is so overwhelmingly powerful. But when chaos and fear were your constant childhood bedfellows, it's somehow difficult to abide peace and harmony.
I write. I read. I eat. I sleep.
I'm a blue collar b.o.i who thinks a lot and who has tendency to never follow through with the big BIG stuff that will make me rich and famous.
Rich, well, not really. Famous, well, only among other avant-garde poets and artists.
I'm always hungry and always writing. In my head.
Both are diseases affecting the same juices in my brain.
Both are uncontrollable, like my addiction to nicotine and tattoos and skater shoes.
Here. Now. Words.
Enjoy.
Sadly, I understand your dilemma all too well. I suffer from the same childhood legacies that make panic and anxiety the rule of my life. And, as you too indicate, I all too often turn to the wrong outlets for relief. I'm not sure why the need/desire for self-destruction is so overwhelmingly powerful. But when chaos and fear were your constant childhood bedfellows, it's somehow difficult to abide peace and harmony.
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