Moving on is getting easier and easier for me
I used to have a kind of sadness that was safe. The sadness that didn’t control me nor terrify me , just the sane amount of sadness.
Yet this sadness I have now rather haves me instead, it is Sadistic. It refuses to yield but demands to control. It doesn’t terrify me. It tilts my will and surrounds my sanity with sorrowed doubt.
Sadistic pain, Sadistic sadness as said “demands to be felt”.ducklingblack (via wordsnquotes)