Inception

Tuesday, May 29, 2012 | post a comment {0}

You sit here and think about stupid, useless thoughts. All it takes is one idea to be implanted in your mind before it manifests every crevice of your conscience.

You want to fight it and think of more rational things, but you can't. The fantasy is spreading through a virus. And everyone is well aware that the only way to get rid of one is to "sweat it out"

Before it leaves your body you are guaranteed to create irrevocable damage and regretful decisions. That's just how sickness goes.

The only difference, however, is realizing that you have the power to decide whether this metaphorical disease can control your body and actions. It's all up to you and how hard you will fight against its ill will and consequences.

Who knew one sentiment is all it takes to leave my emotions all fucked up like this. I am just such a great person. Not.


Vicki.