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Two hours later, the medicine is the same as the disease. This is perfection. This is admiration. This is beauty. This is failure. This is happiness. This is sadness. This is loss. This is the prettiest form of loneliness.

I don't think I've ever let anything ruin me as much as this has. Destruction & devotion at their finest. I used to be happy, healthy, kind & everything that I'm currently not. I'm not happy. I'm not as healthy. I'm not as kind. I've been less considerate of other people lately. It's just natural now. I used to want everyone to be happy. I still do ( Read more... )

I advise you to take a look at this journal, it's dead. I can't stand the person I was when all of this was written. I can't look back at this at all, it's all gone. I don't want to remember how I felt when it was all based on my stupid loneliness & hopelessness in all that was all I really wanted.

blackbearsyou don't have to add it, don't preach about how ( Read more... )