It may sound absurd, but i finally found a woman who was willing to bleed her heart, knowing that she would hurt in the process - all for a few hours of bliss in the sweet, sweet bunch of lies that she chose to believe.
Inside of her, she was torn between loneliness and the fake glory of workaholism. Between the ache of sibling rivalry going wrong and the nostalgic reminiscence of her mother's embrace. Between a habit she wanted to kick and the momentary high...
She was a mess of a muddle and an irony of stability. She knew and she didn't. She wished and she hated. She was irony personified.
But all she wanted was One decision. One choice.
She had been through many.
Inside of her, she was torn between loneliness and the fake glory of workaholism. Between the ache of sibling rivalry going wrong and the nostalgic reminiscence of her mother's embrace. Between a habit she wanted to kick and the momentary high...
She was a mess of a muddle and an irony of stability. She knew and she didn't. She wished and she hated. She was irony personified.
But all she wanted was One decision. One choice.
She had been through many.
