turning point
Part of my disorder
is that consistancy isn't real
every day is a wave that I am forced to ride
I want to grab each day by the horns
I don't want to be on a ride anymore
I want to be the driver
I want to set the pace of my days
I will see a time where this is my present
and not just a fantasy
I will have control over my life
one day
Friday 8th February 2019 3:03 am
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