I recently discovered Charles Bukowski and this quote spoke to me. I am walking through a fire of my own making and how well can I do that?
I hate that my mind will wander when I’m trying to go to sleep and I think about something that happened years, days, hours ago or things that may happen in the future. My mind becomes this hurricane and I can’t stop the thoughts.
By a hell of my own making, I mean me giving myself more importance in people’s lives than I really have. I try to make myself not care, but I do. I try to understand that no matter who I care about or how much I care about people, some of them just won’t care back. I had to learn the hard way that no matter how much you trust someone, it takes a second to destroy that trust.