03.28.04 - 11:45 pm
if there's one thing i can do, it's tear apart my own life.
i don't need anyone to tell me how my life is going to end up. i don't need anyone to tell me; how i am. who i am. what i am. fuck the future too. if i had a soul i'd wish it dead.
it's all just a matter to me anyway.
i'm sick of being sick. of being tired. of being sick and tired. of being what everyone expects me to hope to be. let's face it; the stars have all fallen out of the sky and there's nothing else to look forward to.
to the skyless night, oh, and fuck you too.
