personal blog: simon

I am a fucking hypocrite. all of my father’s words, as much I would like to believe that I am obedient enough to obey, I so easily crack and shatter. not even crumble because that’s just a soft break. I shatter.

in less than five hours, I have gone through every emotion possible and now I’m simply distraught. like a noose, the sheets from the bed wrapped around my body, as I bury my face into them.

“ahhhh!” the only sound I can construct into existence. ahhhh! tearing me into pieces. not the sudden pieces of foolishness and hope like with Jacob, but agonizing pain and doubt. the constant doubt… and fear. loneliness is a beast.

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