Well. I'm done. I'm tired of everything. Everyone. I'm tearing at the seams. Starting from my heart slowly moving to my mind. My sanity ran away. I'm empty. Left behind. I'm fallen from grace. I hate someone and everyone knows it. I can't stand everything in my life right now. I'm hurting and no one sees it. I'm pretty good at hiding it, so I guess thats just it. That or once again, no one cares. I hate it all. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to go on living if it means living like this. It hurts dealing with the loss of him. Like he died or something. But he's not. He's just a phone call away; a phone call I'm not willing to make.


You Could Stab Me in the Heart, and With My Dying Breath, I'd Apologize For Bleeding On Your Shirt.