Perfectionist ComplexIs there any meaning to these connected days? I sit here and stare out the window into the life of others - all from this chair.Perfectionist Complex by ~Skuldgirl
I look down into my blue, thin, itchy lap at hands that have been burned beyond recognition. Cut, sliced, diced, these hands have held . They have held the world, and now they hold nothing.
Was the world created by the gods only to fight off their boredom? Do we even have value as people? What makes us anything to anyone? Whats the point?
But even if theres no point to life, I will choose to live. If there is no difference between being alive and being dead, I will choose to live. At least