Live, Love, Die. Life is what you make of it.

Everyday I realize more and more just how much of a failure I am.

i just want to rage and destroy everything my hands touch. nobody understands this pain inside of me. it feels like a bomb went off inside

nobody cares anymore… i don’t know why i keep holding on waiting for somebody to come save me.

i don’t have a gun, or the balls to walk into traffic… how will i ever take myself out of this miserable world?

the only way i know how to relieve my emotions are through anger… no matter what it be, sadness, depression, stress, or frustration.

I am drowning in my own damnation.

i have no family. i’m just a lost soul with a lost cause. no one to lean on, and no one to love. all by my fucking self.

i only see myself for my failures.

you know you’re good at laying it down when i girl gets addicted to it.

What sucks more than anything is I know I’ll never have anyone else better than you.

that feeling you get when your heart is still broken in a thousand pieces.

Losing sight of the light at the end of the tunnel. The more I think the more I wonder just what is my purpose.

my life as no value whether i’m alive or dead.

Goddamn I sure do miss you.