sometimes I feel as if there is some unknown being sucking away my joy and happiness. And with it... My will to live. People say I have a bright future but I just don't see myself living long enough to fulfill people's expectations and that just makes me feel even more useless and like a waste of a life form. Sometimes I just like to see myself bleed and and see if the blood that runs through my veins is really red, or if it is just as dark and black as my dying soul.
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Book of Rants and Shît
HumorThis book is basically just me posting the random shît that goes through my head. WARNING!!! I AM EXTREMELY CRAZY AND UNSTABLE! MOST PEOPLE WHO KNOW ME THINK I AM CERTIFIABLY INSANE SO DON'T GET OFFENDED IF MY THOUGHTS SCARE YOU. ANOTHER WARNING...
