My heart is on my sleeve.

it still haunts me but I can't tell you. I have no choice but to believe its stopped. I wish I had an ounce of evidence, or anything worth holding on to, really.

within the deepest, darkest crevices of your soul, nothing really stings more than a well-defined sense of betrayal. its not the fact that you have been wronged that fucks you up the most- but rather, the destruction of your most closely held beliefs. I thought I had a grasp on what love, life and being one's self meant to me.

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life returns to its monochromatic tone. associations lose an attachment or another, and everything I used to know is but arbitrary and detached. this aint some glorified return to 'tabula rasa' bullshit. this is spiritual disengagement.

I guess, what I'm trying to say is that: a broken heart can always be fixed, but a fractured soul? I don't know.

its appalling and baffling that you honestly don't give a fuck about what I think, or feel. you're not there when I deal with the demons alone. its tiring that my AQ has to make up for your lack of EQ.

I'm on edge and I'm an inch away from letting everything go. for good.

it keeps coming- wave after wave, nightmare after nightmare. i don't know how long i can keep fighting this.

what do you do when you feel like you've lost everything?

I'm at my lowest. maybe its time to go to church. one last attempt at soul's redemption.

loneliness, the internal kind, is a shameful and unhealthy condition that caves a hole within the human heart- from the inside, setting a vacuum alive.

being brandished emo makes me feel like the boy who cried wolf.

ah ya la ya la ya la, EMO LA. FUCK. everything and everyone can suck it and die. im fine myself. fuck everything. fuck the world. thats whats ftw should stand for.

im officially there. the brink of sheer insanity and i dont care anymore.

miserable as fuck.