Amhareh

I come to this place looking for a shelter, yet the only thing i want to hide from is inside of My Chest

If You read this, don't think of My as a person, but as a bunch of memories and experiences, Bad experiences and decissions that took me to the place i'am right now, with no other responsable Than me, and memories that overlaps the visions of My daily life; always calling me back to a time i wish to keep living in 

I really don't wish anything, nor aspire to anything beyond a Surface feeling, just one thing, and upon that i've molded everything around me, just to keep the constant reminder of what i did, and how i did nothing to stop myself from doing it

How do You deal with being a Bad person? How do You express yourself about stuff you don't want people to know?

I hope You don't read this, and if you do, i miss you