Pointless_N_Broken
I've never written in this way. I mean sharing my emotions or my life. I hope to touch peoples hearts and help them by writing this. It is not the best work ever, and I'm afraid my message wasn't conveyed correctly. But I know what it means, that feels good enough.
Over the years, I have fought and bit and scratched and clawed my way through the world. To this day I look back and wonder if maybe the fighting was all my fault, that maybe I screwed up, not anyone else, just me. Some days its to the point where I want to tear myself apart piece by piece and I tell myself it is all my fault. But that's not true. Yes, I've made mistakes. But so have you, and your parents, siblings if you have them, friends, and yes your enemies to. But when we fight and bite and scratch and claw, are we really going anywhere? Are we somehow making our way through this world in a better fashion than the next generation? No. We are in a battle, a never ending war of pain, suffering, and regret. The small victories we capture are the moments that take away that pain. It is the love of friends and family, it is crossing the finish line after a marathon, or seeing something magical. But do we capture these victories from the world who we seem to fight? How could we, when the only one we fight, is ourselves.