So... What is it?
So... What is it?
Numbbedddd. I did a stupid thing. As always.
How to trust if I keep digging things out from the past?
I keep digging even when I've reached the bottom.
Lol duh.
It's hell duh.
Reality really? Irreplaceable - that's how I see.
Is that confidence?
Or a facade?
Oh My God what else do I want?
Or a cleaner method with tweezers through the nose?
Is there really an answer to my question?
Or are you going to tell me what you've always told me?
"like that lorh."
Irresponsible - that's how I see it.
Escaping?
From?
Me?
Reality seriously? Wrecked ?
Oh My God what else do I want.
Foolish Foolish Fools.
It's happening.
Numbbedddd. I did a stupid thing. As always.
How to trust if I keep digging things out from the past?
I keep digging even when I've reached the bottom.
I dynamited my way into hell and expected to see heaven.
Lol duh.
It's hell duh.
Reality really? Irreplaceable - that's how I see.
Is that confidence?
Or a facade?
Oh My God what else do I want?
Blast the skull open and pull out the brain?
Or a cleaner method with tweezers through the nose?
Is there really an answer to my question?
Or are you going to tell me what you've always told me?
"like that lorh."
Irresponsible - that's how I see it.
Escaping?
From?
Me?
Reality seriously? Wrecked ?
Oh My God what else do I want.
Foolish Foolish Fools.
It's happening.
GUILT-RIDDEN.
I killed you and you thanked me.
GUILT-RIDDEN.
WHYYYYY ):
And you'll tell me in my dreams that I'm supposed to be happy like a lark.
I AM NOT.
GUILT-RIDDEN.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
GUILT-RIDDEN.
I'm contemplating who is it that I am referring to. Myself? Or to you if you ever read my blog again. I know more to the story now. I know how you felt.
Because I foolishly did it again.
It hurts )':
Why did I do it again.
Now I can't sleep.
Replaying how I slowly killed you with time....
Hope I'm just dreaming...
OR I WILL BE
GUILT-RIDDEN.
For Love.
Oh My God what else do I want.