maybe i have gone mad.

i expect too much from people. either that or people just aren't considerate enough for me.
i must try too hard.

i don't know. i feel kind of .. blank. just waiting for something to make me feel alive again.

im done worrying.

just hold me

hate is boiling
heart is hardening
and i know who im killing first.

working 8 hours a day, 2 days in a row. damnit.
hopefully soon i will have a day that breaks up this monotonous routine ive been having. maybe someday someone will visit me. highly unlikely. maybe someday ill feel like trying to do something. highly unlikely.

it's not supposed to be like this. someday, when i'm better, maybe we will get back on track.

i made a deal with satan last night. and we shook hands.