This hits me right at my soul.
For years I've always felt stifled, as if my actions were only a shell, an insincere husk. I always ask myself "for what reason am I even doing these things." Dishonest feelings in my stomach that I can't let go of keeps wringing on my sanity.
Right now, I'm trying to grasp with my hands wide opened, hoping to grab even just a sliver of my true self.
Trying to get in touch with that" passion" that exists within my very being.
Surely, one day.
Thanks for the chapter.
For years I've always felt stifled, as if my actions were only a shell, an insincere husk. I always ask myself "for what reason am I even doing these things." Dishonest feelings in my stomach that I can't let go of keeps wringing on my sanity.
Right now, I'm trying to grasp with my hands wide opened, hoping to grab even just a sliver of my true self.
Trying to get in touch with that" passion" that exists within my very being.
Surely, one day.
Thanks for the chapter.