Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better.

The pain is back. Feels like someone literally jammed a sharp blade into the base of my skull. Fun times.

Now my head isn't the only thing that feels like it has an ice pick in it.

Very soon I'm gonna kill myself and finally think of my happiness instead of others.

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

People stop caring, I see.
It's starting to take its toll on me.
Left all alone I can barely breathe.
Is anyone listening?

When it comes to burning bridges, jealousy burns so much better than kerosene.

I should have known.

Ultimately, it was when I accepted death, is when I joined the living.

I hate being leaved alone with my thoughts, someone please come save me. I wish there was someone out there that could do such thing.