CRAZY, Yes. But No Way In Hell An IDIOT.

What does moving on really mean? Does that indicate that in a certain point I stopped? Stopped at what exactly? In living? In doing things I usually do? Heck, in breathing? I'd like to think more of it as getting tangled. Cornered in a murky unfathomable box that I myself put my whole being into. Both the physical and metaphysical of my being. Though, the culprit is not the person causing this. It is I. Crazy yes, but no way in hell an idiot.

The things that keep me awake at night the most are questions. Questions that does not have to be answered really. But somehow heard. It snatches away the controversial remnants of my sanity. If that still even exists.

Now this is not a matter of knowing, but of accepting. I am fully aware that it will be hard. And I mean intensely depressing hard. But hey.. What is there to lose this time?

No more dubious actions Rose. Stop torturing yourself. Enough martyrdom. You must not give up. You can't.