I will repeat this until I realize the stupidity of it.
I did it again. How many times?
I don’t know. I stopped counting.
Liquid drips down my arm. This liquid is the only thing that makes me feel alive.
Is that why I keep repeating it?
I have vowed many times that I will never do it again. I broke it many times. That oath.
Again and again, again and again.
I repeated it over and over again. So much so that I can’t remember anymore.
Still, I’ll probably repeat it. Because that’s the only salvation.
It’s all fiction.