I am a contradiction, a living breathing oxymoron.
I am a perfectionist who is too lazy to pursue perfection.
I am a narcisst with an inferior complex.
I am not crazy, not insane just slightly unstable mentally with highly volatile emotions.
I am a fundamentally selfish person.
I am Lemon.
Lunatiquely Lemon.
Or in simpler terms,
The epic phail attempts at philosophical musing by a yellow, sour citrus fruit that claims to be sweet ^^
Every thought is a self inflicted wound that has goes putrid, never healing, throbbing and hurting with every breath you take.
Don't expect.
Every expectation is a weighted chain that catches your heart in its suffocating embrace and drags it down even further in a sea of helpless desperation.
Don't feel.
Every feeling morphs eventually into despair.
Bleak despair.
Be a doll, a marionette that dances to the tune that plays for you and move according to the strings of fate that bind you.
Be like a rock wall, immovable, impenetrable, untouchable.
Just don't ever become like that living dead girl-child again.
That was a time of utter darkness and loneliness that made you crave for crimson blooms flowering on your skin.
Now, even sleep has denied you its sanctuary.
You have nowhere to hide.
You flew too high, drawn by the dazzling beauty of the sun but your wings of high expectations, strong emotions are nothing but smoke and illusions.
You fall, plummeting into the depths of dark murky water that make you lose all hope.
You survive, just barely and it will take you a long time to reach the surface and leave the darkness.
Don't fly and you won't ever fall.
So cut off your wings and embrace the security of solid ground.
When you are at the bottom, you won't fall and hurt anymore.
Lunatiquely yours,
Lemon
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