Stab Me Here

People are scared shitless of their own vulnerabilities, and who can blame them? I’m no different - I’m right there with you, deep in the trenches of fear. We all have those glaring weak spots we’d love to bury in the deepest, darkest pit and pretend they don’t exist. But, of course, they’re always right there, essentially begging to be exploited.

Even if you think you’re dodging the spotlight, your Achilles' heel is practically screaming, “Stab me here!” And let’s be honest - admitting your weaknesses is like rolling out the red carpet and handing out a bullseye that says, “Here’s where you can hit me!”

Once people spot where you’re vulnerable, they dive in with a sadistic glee that would make even Machiavelli wince. It’s the oldest trick in the book, a game as predictable as sunrise, and everyone’s eager to play. When the betrayal comes from those you thought were on your side? That’s just the cherry on the shit cake. It won’t kill you, but it’ll make you wish you’d kept your flaws locked away tighter than a damn vault.

So, here’s a big f… you to myself at 48. I didn’t realize how much I’d be setting myself up for this circus. I thought that baring my soul would somehow fix things, but instead, I’ve created a goddamn disaster that’s now the centerpiece of my so-called creativity…

I’ve lost all f…..g connection with my dad and keep delaying the trip home like Odysseus endlessly drifting through his own personal hell. I don’t even know what’s right or wrong anymore - just adrift in a sea of moral ambiguity. And honestly, I have no clue why the hell I’m airing this shit here. Oh, right, this is my damned reflection journal of a deviant and a decadent. F… it, let it be.


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