neurotic
The way life goes on and on it’s not hard to see that it moves in circles. What you experienced a time a go is more than likely to happen again, though it’s not an unbreakable cycle because the individual caught up in it has every opportunity to alter it. Maybe it’s not a cycle, maybe it’s more like a spindle and what we do, we’re the thread and it can either continue around or follow on to another.. I’m just trying to think of a visual metaphor for myself and for how things seem to maintain while i exist. I say this because without realising, I continued to ravel myself on the same spindle and i want out. My very second post on here was a testament to becoming brand new, “who am i becoming?” just over two and half years a go and it seems nothing has changed except the the thread because result thrown seems to be all too familiar. And it’s all my fault.
