As i continue on this misery filled road, i can't help but to look at myself. I see how i am pointless, how i don't make anyone happy, how if i died today, things might even get better. My body is bruised and scared right now, most of which i self inflicted, as i'd rather turn my anger inward then to hurt someone i cared about unless they told me to. What odditys we are as a human race... our needs and wants, our emotions and feelings. Pointless and iralivent... i hate the fact that i even feel, how i am constantly fueled by my temptations and wants... i sicken myself. i might as well stop, cease to exist. i'd do it for her, so that she wont have to choose, i'd do it for my friends so that they never again have to take time from them selfs just to see me, and i'd do it for my family, who can bearly afford to feed me as it is. it all ends at the slip of a blade, and then the new beginings may start.

Come Whatever May...