i cant believe what i did today Theres no time of day for the battle scars of a torn decision to go away. Worrying about the outcome of the wreck and the effect that you made. The battle raged within yourself for months, killing parts of you trying to win. You contumplate the outcomes and who to side with and what others might think. The false facade you put on to cover up the battle is thin. You hope the wreck wont spill to the outside revealing your pain. You feel that you are too tough for it, but you cant hide it, its disgusting how you treat yourself so badly just trying to win what isnt there. Locking it away from help, you call in allies to a boundryless battle. Nobody can help fight what they cant see. Scaring yourself for life with the burning mark of World War 3, but this war doesnt cross countrys of kill countless thousands. This battle is fought over nothing... inside yourself. The mark of the burn turns to ash. Finally the battle consumes your every thought and in turn you unleash the end, the bomb that ends it all... a knife to your wrist. so goboy-who are you? and why cant i read any of ur entries?