Focus on the lovely things in life.

Hey babe you could be my drug, you could be my new perscription

it’s hard to stay positive when i hate myself this fucking much. The times when i have high self confidence are evanescent and the rest of the time i’m stuck in this body, this prison. I want to shed my skin like a snake and slip out of existence. Just for a while, i need some relief from this. Every mirror, every reflective surface mocking my movement and plucking at the strings of my confidence, playing with my soul then throwing me away. Living is my torture. It is a consequence, a punishment, a result of something awful i had done in a past life.