Fire Walk With Me

             I've realized that I am too nice to people; I am too naive and I am too trusting. I offer my hand to people when they are on the brink of collapse even if it'll make me unhappy; I let others in, even though I know that they only will rip me apart inside out. I trust people to change, but the only change they will ever be content with is the change of the seasons. But somehow, after everything, I am still able to open myself up. Why? Why do I let myself go through this? What is wrong with me? My life isn't the fairy-tale I was promised; I am miserable. I just want to isolate myself, I want to no longer involve myself with the human race; for I feel I am no longer human, I am a wicked beast. What happened to me? I have no answer. I am a distant animal. I am a scared dog; and I swear if someone does anything else to hurt me, I will bite.

“I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created.”

― Mary Shelly

Three of Swords

heartbreak, separation, sadness, grief, sorrow, upset, loss, trauma, tears