These are your own thoughts, and you've already reached the conclusion. Leaving for the moment, if it feels good do it, those are not mantras to live by. They are the mantras people use when they aren't really living. They are breathing, but not really alive. Bathing themselves in sensations, but not in control. When you exercise control, then you are alive.
Your moments of clarity are not nearly as enjoyable as your few moments or minutes of enjoyment, but are better your days of crappiness. You have to make the choice to clean your act or forget the future because there is none for you! Forget the bright colors, focus on black!
These are your own thoughts, and you've already reached the conclusion. Leaving for the moment, if it feels good do it, those are not mantras to live by. They are the mantras people use when they aren't really living. They are breathing, but not really alive. Bathing themselves in sensations, but not in control. When you exercise control, then you are alive.
yea, what the f**k?, but I say what a hell am I meaning to you, I am me not anyone else, so I do what I am born to not what did you born me for, great I liked it.
Nice! what the f**k? what the f**k am I doing? I have asked myself that so many times in the past few months. Why am I such a disaster, why do I keep doing these same damn things when I know what I want to? That is what I felt while reading this, a reminder of myself. It is very relatable, while still being your personal poem. There also are not any hitched in it, I know because I got so absorbed I only felt the feelings and didn't think too much on the words or structure.
Great job!