You Alone

You get to a place in life where you have to make a choice: Either you say "Fuck it - I will be who I am no matter what." OR you say: "I will continue to the grave as the empty fraud that I am."

It's inevitable. If you spend your entire life playing a part, circumstances will eventually conspire to back you up against a wall to the point where your fucking head and heart explode OR your spine finally and fatefully dissolves.

Because life is relentless and cuts you no slack. 

For Your Consideration: Dissolving is death. Explosion is rebirth.

But, most likely, when you get to the moment when you have no choice but to explode, you are not ready for it. It makes you uncomfortable. You have put yourself in a situation where you have to speak out, to strike out, to raise your fist and your voice. As opposed to your typical reaction - smiling weakly, allowing others to place the boot to your neck.

You have made bad decisions. Or no decision. Over and over and over again. Until the morning you wake up to a bloodcurdling scream. Your own. At 3:00 am. Ragged, cutting through your throat like jagged glass. And you drool like a mad dog.

You know you have to do the right thing. You HAVE to do the right thing.

Or die.

This is gonna be really uncomfortable. People will be inconvenienced, and many will think less of you. But who the fuck are they to judge? Their lives are equally meaningless. Vapid and misplaced.

You alone hold the truth of who you are.

It is time to live up to that expectation.