Diary Entry 2.
Chasing the Wind
I am an idiot. I am an idiot for allowing myself to feel optimistic. I am an idiot for letting these useless positive emotions invade my brain. I am an idiot for thinking I could allow myself to feel happy, satisfied, content. How could I be so foolish? So idiotic? I don’t even know anymore.
I have made a mistake. A grave mistake. An unforgivable mistake. I was weak. I gave in to temptation. I opened up. And now it is a road of no return. Now that it has been opened once, the seal can never return to its original state. Now I constantly fight the urge to just spill everything. Now I constantly fight the urge to confess everything. Now I constantly fight the urge of not giving a . Now I constantly fight the urge for human contact, human company.
How did I let this happen? How did I allow myself to be spoilt by fake hope? How could I have been so foolish? How could I be so careless?
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