It's like there's no motivation
none to care. none to try. none to just be anymore.
There comes a moment when it's more than just life,
and you either take that step forward or turn around and walk away.
It seems I've started to walk away.
Maybe I like the pain. Maybe I'm just wired like that....
Because without it, I don't know; maybe I just wouldn't feel real.
I'm tired of feeling so alone.
Relief exists....it's the only aesethic that makes me feel.
people have problems that are worse.
I feel i'm just not strong enough to deal with mine anymore.
There's just that day when you know it's here.
mine's back.
sadness
