dane_valek

its funny how I hide in the security of my insecurities. The little things that I hold on to to tell myself there's purpose. There's meaning. There's reason to go on. Im starting to doubt what I've convinced myself of. I'm starting to doubt that which makes me convince myself to go on. Am I happy to be down? Am I down to be happy? The roads which seem so open are always so closed, and I've given up on finding the paths around the blockades.