Sometimes life really gets to you or does it?
Isn’t it more like your mind head fu**ing you.
Isn’t it more like you drive your own self to the point of despair, to self-destruction.
You think, you think some more and then still some until your mind has twisted and turned and spiralled out of control.
If only it would stop and maybe than we can all see logic, see the truth and begin to except it.
It’s not life that FU**S us over, our own minds that are our own worst enemy.