||[Jan. 21st, 2008|01:40 am]
This is all so stupid.|
When I have spare time i like to think about it until I hurt myself.
I'm honestly about to make myself sick. I make myself sick. I make myself sick.
Not sure what I'm here for or why I'm alone again. Oh wait. yeah I do.
Vile. Disgusting. "piece of shit, worthless coward, vapid whore, moral-less refugee covered in sores". Traitor. Scum. Tool. liar. Liar. LIAR.
Cannabis, Alcohol, Nicotine, Sins of the Flesh. Simple Addiction gets me through the days. The Weeks. The Months.
And when they're not with me, the seconds are like minutes. The minutes, are like hours. and the Hours seem agonizing and filled with hurt and devastation.
Dreams mean nothing to me. The hollow visions of desire and what is 'Good' don't mean a god damn thing.
I need to fix what I have broken.