It's a fine line. That which divides most antipodes. My mind still struggles to recognize which one to love and which one to hate, which one to seek and which one to avoid. Autistic confusion or masochistic perversion? Bit of both but no matter. I welcome pain as medicine for the mind, enjoy loneliness as a way to feel more complete, embrace weakness as the crown of my glory.
I'm standing on the line. Staggering and hovering dizzily over the schism, ever surprised to see how similar both chasms look from here.
It's not easy to be good to oneself.
Some habits die hard.
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