I'll always miss you dad. My hero.

why do people always take away what is dear to me. how did we become so cruel? it's so hard to live so hard I'm so sick of everything

it feels good to be back in power against some issues that I had wrought in my mind over the past several years.

Today, I won in a personal battle against myself.

maybe it's time for extroverts to step back a little and let introverts take things over for a while. it's all become chaos. it's all become the act of pouring out without realizing what is inside first.

just sayin...

We are mostly after the concept of a matter more than the real thing.

I could have been anyone.

Now I'm just nobody.

Oh, Persephone!

A heavy burden rests on my weakening shoulders. I am in the dungeon of the dragon, the fire breather, the destroyer. Inside her maws I struggle to grasp for breath.

On and on, every single moment it gradually increases the pressing of its jaws around me. I can feel the skin bruised and burned by the hot breath of the creature as I gasp for air and freedom from her suffocating clutches.

I am stuck in oblivion. A living hell. The greatest tormenting of the soul ever possible upon the plains of earth.

...I am almost dead...