It’s those decisions that eat away at your soul, that make everyday a living regret. Walking alone on a path far from reality and everything that is real, I will disappear slowly. I passed the point of recognition and have decided to go on. Nothing will stop. I am a destructive man made spore, an organism that lives and breathes off of self-infliction. Seen or unseen I will destroy myself. No matter how hard you pull I will push away. It’s all of the choices that were made that have made me what I am today. Now it is my hand, it’s my turn to play and I am folding. Out, this game is not worth playing. Two of a kind, not worth paying twice for the same mistake. Broken down and lost the light can be seen but the hope is failing. I can’t step up to this, with every step I take another bruise I make. These falls are fatal, and honesty won’t save me this time. No matter how this turns out my tissue is scarring, ripping at the seams I’m coming undone. This day is just like the rest and I’m done putting it to the test. Tonight was lovely and I’d like to keep it that way. Goodnight my lover.

lemme know what u think..thanks

Let's sum up my break, even though it's not finished.

Good. Crap. Good. Good. Crap. Crap. Crap. Okay. Crap. Great. Crap. Great. Crap.

Each of those words is for every day starting from the 22nd.

So, has it been good or bad? I'm lazy, you do the math. By a quick glance it's been alright.

fuck my life man.

that's pretty much all i've got. fuck. my. life.

my birthday is in a week. I'm pretty much eating a 10 strip to my face...it's about the only thing i have to look forward to. how pathetic is that? all my friends pretty much scattered within about a months time.have basically nothing these days.

hopefully i come out of it happy...and not a grapefruit...but either way, it's whatever man. i just don't waht to feel this anymore.

i'm pretty much on the verge of peacing outta this place. i just can't even be bothered to care anymore. I'm tired of always being chased by the past. I'm tired of sleeping with ghosts. I'm tired of all the skeletons inhabiting my closet. I'm tired of ALWAYS turning away and having you ALWAYS be there, no matter which way i go. I can't hide from it...i need out.

...but how does one escape, when a prisoner of their own mind?

Been flirting with flood waters for too long.

It's about time I move to higher ground.