All I Have
Is My Experience By V. Martin So please don’t take it away from me. I am at the mercy of those who surround me and I didn’t choose any of them yet here we are. They chose me but not for anything good, destruction comes to mind. They want to destroy me, for whatever fucked up reason or at least keep me from succeeding at anything. It isn’t real hard to do when most of society sides with them, the destructive ones. Nothing like a common enemy to bring people closer together and people love to hate me. Granted, I hate me too and for a lot longer and better reasons then any of them. It is the best I could do, no other answer came to me at the time. All I can say is that here I am, alive, living, or just surviving because of the people that surround me. I have ideas, a lot of ideas, some of which others have taken as their own and there is simply nothing I can do except not talk at all. This is really hard for me because my mind doesn’t stop ...