I have moved on from this spot.

My logic has an error, as if that makes any cents.

See if you can find me, it should not be that hard.

I don't know what I want, but then again, who does?

Error

No such entry.

I fucking smell like milk!

That's it I hate my job, time to find a new one.

Just let the poison spill, spurt from your throat.

Why does nothing ever work. Everyone starts too close to the last one, and they both fuck each other up. I hurt them all, and they all hurt me, but mainly, I hurt myself. My wound never heals, it begins to, but then gets ripped open again. My body feels covered with these holes. It is all so fucked up, god damnit. And my fucking head always feels ( Read more... )

One day I will just go completely insane.

I will break and that will be the end of it.

The night is cold, and no amount of cigarettes can fill the hole in my stomach that you being gone has made.

I will be holding the cigarette forever, it always burning, you always being there, next to me.

Goodnight, it is just a long goodnight, not goodbye.

I had my first taste of self mutilation to-day,

and I must say,

I really liked it.