Sometimes my own thoughts break my heart.

And then I have to remind myself to lift my chin up and breathe in the world around me; breathe it in so that the hopelessness doesn’t swallow me complete and whole.

It is a game of constant push and pull. My negativity breaks me down, and my inability to accept my fate, keeps me going.

I do wonder sometimes though, if my thoughts would ever bleed and poison into my world.