Fuck it all.
I dont even realy want it.
I dont feel anything anymore.
I want the beach breaze to permanently stain me. feet, nostrils and hair, devoured in wind, although I know it will be only for a short while.
Fuck It, I cant even stay focused.
I sometimes take drugs just to get by.
Fuck the bullshit cliches! Everything about me is some depressed shit.
I need a councilor... well, thats what She thinks.
But what about them?
they got me feeling this way.
They dont need that shit... huh?
Its allways my fucking fault, but its ok.
Blame is not mine anymore.
Its all you.
No i dont want to kill myself anymore.
I want to kill you.
