Cutting ends:
Cutting ends has been something I've tried to do for a while. Years in fact. Since I was 12. Cutting ends was never easy because you always have a string of hope. A string of something to find, someone. And when you have it's the most wonderful thing. But they aren't that string not the string that you were holding on for. Because there was no string. It was your imagination. It was a pipe dream. It was nothing in an abyss of vacancy. That was why you held on hoping for something because you're schizophrenic and you're insane. But now you can cut the loose ends. Cutting ends.
