sneaking feeling of failure is creeping in. So slowly it invades my thoughts, until it crescendo's into utter uselessness and disposition. Every day it is extinguished, and every night it is renewed. I' am tortured by the thought of helplessness involving my own desires. My mind is corrupted, to the point of violation, with the thought of absolute failure in every aspect of my life and I can't help but humor those thoughts. They attach and grow, festering like a fucking disease, inhabiting every motion and look and breath. How do I cope? How do I destroy this abomination of thought and return with extravagance to a living soul?

(Make this disappear with your eyes)