Some chapters end, while others begin, naturally. As they always will, for now and forever. I've spent a lot of time locked inside my head, trapped by my own demons, suffocating on my own despair, beating myself for things out of my control, and truthfully, I still am, and I always will be. The demons dont sleep, instead they haunt my dreams, my lungs can never pull enough oxygen to really feel like I deserve to breathe, to feel like I deserve to not feel the way I do, and my body is littered with the jagged zig zagging lines of my own self destruction. As they always will be, for now and forever.
But with this story, I have found liberation, the confines of own head still thick, but, in time I'll find a way out. Every word pulls me closer to this pipe dream of full liberation, I deserve to be free.
Until then, until I am rescued from myself, I will write, because the worst days, make the best stories, and I will pen the best stories, that is my goal.
Just wait and see.