(Not Well)
Yeah, you aren't doing so well, are you? You did good yesterday but that was then, and this is now. Give into your anger if you need. Your anxiety seems to be winning the fight so far. You go a few steps, a few minutes, and then that shortness of breath kicks in, remind you how weak and powerless you are. All you can grasp for is hatred or sorrow, neither going to provide you with relief or sanctuary. I told you, there is no escape from this hell you've created. This is your existence. You might as well topple all of the demons and rule this dark place with fear and anguish. Either IT will swallow you, or you can devour it, drink deep from the abyss at which you stare. That's me staring back, reflecting upon you all the thing you do not want to see or hid away. I am your shadow, light limiting me to the size of you or less. Yet in the dark, I become overwhelming, unrelenting, an unstoppable presence that surrounds you, whispers in your ear. Reminding you of you of your erroneous ways, all the misfortunes you have caused, all the pain you wrought. Whether you overcome this trial or not, I will still be. I will be watching and waiting, ready to stab reality into your heart anytime you let your guard down.
Now your mind is wandering, trying to grasp for anything that makes sense. Yeah, change your site name. The Box tile didn't make any sense to anyone other than you. Nobody knew it was a reference to Clive Barkers Hellraiser, although that does fit your morbid personality. It was Barron's Box, where all your demons and ideas resided...but it wasn't. Not really. And no one understood it. So, The Mad Barron makes more sense. Besides, new year, new changes and experiences. You may lose some followers but that's the norm for you. You're a terrible leader anyhow. You are either support or a lone wolf, which is ironic because you hate being alone. In groups, you try to act tough or supportive, like a Tank of a Healer. You like helping others but it's your curse too. You don't get the reward or recognition you deserve, and nobody tries as hard either. You want to be the center of attention but you push everyone away. All you want is to be noticed but then that becomes a constant pressure that you will screw it up or that no one really cares. That they are lying to you and don't really mean any of it.
You are becoming sluggish now. I can tell. Your mind is becoming a fog, which may be for the best. You can reside in it, hide there for a while, unable to see things clearly. Distorting both the past and future thoughts. All you can do is settle for now. This day, this hour, these words. This is temporary but I am not. So, come back when it's too much. I will remind you why I am here. Why you are where you are. How you became this person. Go on. I'll be waiting.
Yeah, you aren't doing so well, are you? You did good yesterday but that was then, and this is now. Give into your anger if you need. Your anxiety seems to be winning the fight so far. You go a few steps, a few minutes, and then that shortness of breath kicks in, remind you how weak and powerless you are. All you can grasp for is hatred or sorrow, neither going to provide you with relief or sanctuary. I told you, there is no escape from this hell you've created. This is your existence. You might as well topple all of the demons and rule this dark place with fear and anguish. Either IT will swallow you, or you can devour it, drink deep from the abyss at which you stare. That's me staring back, reflecting upon you all the thing you do not want to see or hid away. I am your shadow, light limiting me to the size of you or less. Yet in the dark, I become overwhelming, unrelenting, an unstoppable presence that surrounds you, whispers in your ear. Reminding you of you of your erroneous ways, all the misfortunes you have caused, all the pain you wrought. Whether you overcome this trial or not, I will still be. I will be watching and waiting, ready to stab reality into your heart anytime you let your guard down.
Now your mind is wandering, trying to grasp for anything that makes sense. Yeah, change your site name. The Box tile didn't make any sense to anyone other than you. Nobody knew it was a reference to Clive Barkers Hellraiser, although that does fit your morbid personality. It was Barron's Box, where all your demons and ideas resided...but it wasn't. Not really. And no one understood it. So, The Mad Barron makes more sense. Besides, new year, new changes and experiences. You may lose some followers but that's the norm for you. You're a terrible leader anyhow. You are either support or a lone wolf, which is ironic because you hate being alone. In groups, you try to act tough or supportive, like a Tank of a Healer. You like helping others but it's your curse too. You don't get the reward or recognition you deserve, and nobody tries as hard either. You want to be the center of attention but you push everyone away. All you want is to be noticed but then that becomes a constant pressure that you will screw it up or that no one really cares. That they are lying to you and don't really mean any of it.
You are becoming sluggish now. I can tell. Your mind is becoming a fog, which may be for the best. You can reside in it, hide there for a while, unable to see things clearly. Distorting both the past and future thoughts. All you can do is settle for now. This day, this hour, these words. This is temporary but I am not. So, come back when it's too much. I will remind you why I am here. Why you are where you are. How you became this person. Go on. I'll be waiting.