

I walked home yesterday in a good mood, a spiritual high. I said I wouldn’t indulge in the dark void part of my life, yet I wasn’t able to control my dark desires. They engulf me and then after the relief came the familiar feeling of regret. Its paradoxical I know the fact it will come after the release yet I go down this road again and again. I’m sure I’m not alone, I know I am an addict I have come to realised that now.
I have come to realise that controlling yourself is the most basic principle of what makes us who we are. It gives us some integrity thus breaking a promise that you have made to yourself is the ultimate betrayal against ones self.
I like Dexter because he struggles with the same feelings albeit on psychotic levels but the general principles is the same, being engulfed in your own sickness unable to escape.