11:58 p.m
I just wanna go somewhere different, clear my head.
I'm though that it might induce a dopamine dependency.
I want to find my calling.
It seems I am deaf.
I stare blankly as everything moves by.
I wish for better days.
I left my friends today, the ones I haven't seen in a while.
I hope they'll at least wonder if I'm okay.
My closest companion belives the persona I serve.
It tears me apart knowing that even I put myself in places abhorred.
Deep the grave I dig myself, for the downfall of all but myself.
I am falling, fallen, gone in; way deeper than dead.
What difference would it make if I tell my story.
It has yet to come to an end.
Dismay embraces my soul much like the excess layers of my body.
The feeling heavy: validating; dejection when it meets corpulence's embrace.
The emotions I desier to express, I swallow, again and again.
As I do now.
Continuously.
Forever.
I exist.
Vauge and extinct.
T.B
