Simple Complications

"The true purpose of the strong is to promote greater strength in the weak, and not to keep the weak in that state where they are at the mercy of the strong." Christian D. Larson, very beautifully, quotes. It really makes me think about the kind of person I've been, and the kind of atmosphere I've been in, almost all my life. I think I've always prided myself over how I'm somebody who rarely gives up, or rather, somebody who rarely stops believing. But I think somewhere down the line I knew that that would change, because I thought I'd just not seen the "real" world yet. Maybe I was right, or maybe I just want myself to think I was.  Some days, I feel invincible. Like I'm the best there is, like no competition can ever cross me. That's not right, I get that, but I can't help feeling that.   Other days, I feel invincible, in a sense that I'm going to reach where I want to. I deserve it, and the Universe knows that. So why on E...

She sat there on her bed lightly caressing the blade in her hand. Various scenarios rushed through her mind. Repercussions, consequences, of what was about to take place. Her mind went to dark places. She thought about the various letters she'd written to every important person in her life and how those letters were hidden away, to be found at a time those very people would be able to understand, in the very least, why she did what she did. She thought about how she would glide that shining piece of steel over her waxen writing paper-like- skin. Her red river of life would flow out effortlessly and gracefully, as if it had been waiting for this day,to get out of the prison, she called her body. She thought about her marble tiles covered in liquid as if a water pipe burst in her room. How her mother would walk into a pool of slightly dried maroon, because by the time the sun rises, she'd be long gone. She thought about how this was the last straw, and she smiled. Everything wa...