Either one or ten, no in between, going back and forth minute by minute, based on reflections on pain and suffering or me being selfish or kind, over and over and over and over all day, presented on the internet for the amusement of the viewers of this blog because it makes me feel better and is part of a larger recovery process, and experiment with trying to grow as a person.
Ticking time Expose
I am the mind of Damien de Soto.
I am the mind of the reckless psycho.
The path of the fool traveling in the dark, the tale of the one who twists and turns in light that is stark.
The act of wondering why you hate yourself while glorifying ego.
The walk in the park and shot at a flying bald eagle.
I am offense at everything you say, and the desire to simultaneous desire to defend everything I say.
I am addiction to stop but also to addiction to go.
I am yes, but also I am no.
I am bipolar, I am paranoid. I am insane.
I am addicted addict with no drug, and now thinking brain.
I am ****ed and painful but no longer lying, I am crying, screaming but at least learning and no longer dying.