The ignus fatuus, still lingers in my thoughts, eating away my energy till there's nothing left. I tend to find it hard to forget things that have played a major role in my life, does everyone feel that? Or is it just a cacoethes..
Despite how hard I try to ignore, it always comes back, lacerating my heart. Leaving me sitting around in my house, waiting. Despite the pejoration of my body, I still kept believing that change will come, I just had to wait.
Perhaps it was due to seeing too much of some feelings. These feelings, just kept thinning the walls that held my mind in place. I reach extremes outside of those walls, sometimes; and it scares the hell out of me.
Schadenfreude, is enjoyment taking from the misfortune of others.
Are you guilty of it?