With everydayspent alone, the hate and confusioniharborbuild to frightfull levels.the capacity i posses to retain these levels is un-godly. my image a..
the fact of the matter is,i really dont care if i live or die.that i prefer the idea of death.that im not what im worth, and am destined to fail and c..
you wretched soulyou tortured, tormented mass of fleshis this how you see yourself?come with me, give in and just lay down.let the calm wash over you ..
so consumed by your needs for gratificationnever venturing out only swallowing what is shoveled down your throat.you make the claim of being an indivi..