tex178

Have you ever thought about death? Like so much to he point of where it sickens you to think about life and why you are here? Me too.
          
          It won't leave my head; I just want it out. Maybe I have to force it out. Maybe by a bullet. 
          
          Yeah....
          
          Hopefully so...

Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.