Throw Your Roses
Throw Your Roses
omg this is messy as fuck
they came with receipts too
she better pray this doesn’t reach any gossip sites
The subject enters admission: However; showing severe signs of remorse, struggling to cope with his own stigma. Witnessed on several occasions describing his soul as a “bastard”. When asked to accept his own powerlessness, and show a credence in a higher power, the subject responds negatively, claiming “Death is the only salvation”.
The subject starts to show signs of regression; failing to see, in his own words, the “writing on the wall”. In a state of disconnection, the subject compares his disposition with that of sleepwalking. As the subject comes to recognise his actions, he demonstrates strong feelings of antipathy for himself, believing no one wishes to “see or hear him”.
It is at this stage we see a true advancement, and what I would describe as an epiphany for the subject. Finally coming to accept his disease, and realising it cannot be cured, yet can be arrested, he vocalises that he can never “bury” nor “sever the feeling” he endures.
The subject comes to the revelation that his affliction is, in his own words “sempiternal”. It is this realisation of permanence that allows him to begin treatment of his condition. The subject begins a process of segmentation, distancing himself from individuals who have enabled or harmed him in the past, referring to them as “snakes”.
As the subject progresses in his recovery, he describes emotions of discordance towards individuals he previously believed to have strong emotional connections towards, claiming they had lost touch.
Furthermore, the subject displays an elevated state of awareness regarding matters he believes he was previously apathetic to, showing dissidence towards certain social actions and behaviours, citing that no one is changing anything. The subject displays what is known as autosoterism, the belief that one can only obtain salvation through oneself, at which stage he experiences a complete reformation, summarising;
"Then I found how hard it is to really change: even Hell can get comfy once you’re settled in. I just wanted the lonely inside me to leave, but no matter how fucked you get it’s always there when you come back down. The funny thing is; everything I wanted, I already had. There’s glimpses of Heaven in every day, in the friends that I have, the music I make, the love that I feel. I just had to start again.""
College is viewed as a necessity, yet priced as a luxury.
when ur teacher asks whos presenting next