After spending night after night in motels I finally ran out of money.
I new it was inevitable, truth was I wasn't even bothered.
My depression had gotten the best of me and I was hanging on to life my a thin thread, anyone who new me four years ago, would not me able to recognize me Now.
The only word I used to describe myself was empty.
Everyone whom I once thought I had, had completely deserted me, turns out they were only there for my influence and money.
In a way I blamed myself for my ostracization....i was so centered around Scott that I hadn't made time for other friends... What a grave mistake had that been.
I searched inside my lovely drawer and brought out the blade
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Sour
Short StoryI still can't understand how everything went wrong When you put all your trust in one person and the person watches you fall In fact the person pushes you in the first place. The world is my hell... And I am my own demon
