I already know that I'm going to like it after my life; because I drown myself in cigarettes and it seems less than fine. Ashes covering my body, turning my skin to stone, I love it at the same time as I suffer on my own.
"And the worst part is that I only have me to blame for my mental disabilities and the pain they cause me and others. Sometimes I wonder how happy I'd be if I'd been normal... How I'd never have to mourn lost friends and lost faith..."