Saturday, October 3, 2015

I am trash

I am trash.
Of course I knew that before, but I had to be reminded of it every single night.
I don't even feel anything anymore when I'm reminded of it.
I just accept it as it is.
I even joke about it from time to time.

I am trash.
No fancy words. No tears to cry. No pain in my chest.
I just know. I am trash.