Don't get too close, it's dark inside, that's where my deamons hide. This is a good song by Imagine Dragons. That is quite an inspired name for a band. I feel utterly crap. A lot of feelings have found way through the anxiety and constant depression. That combined with the fear of constantly having to look over my back has led to a meltdown of sorts. I do not fully comprehend why I have to constantly look over my shoulder and why I can't seem to find any solace. There is a burning feeling inside my chest and not one filled with desire. It is slowly and constantly eating away at my insides.
Times have changed and I thought things would be better. They are different but not in the quadrant I'd like them to be in. Soon there will be change, until then lava flows through my veins. I am on a campaign to burn down everything in my way, culminating in self immolation. And then she goes away for stretches of time without a cause. That further fuels the immense longing. This does not seem like companionship. At least not like the ones Doctor Who has. Only if I could tell her everything without fear of repercussion and hurting her feelings. I do want to tell her everything, scar my insides and lay bare my secrets. An unknown fear engulfs my being. I can blame all I want, the unequivocal responsibility lies with me.