| my life has been nothing but emptied packs of cigarettes and torn out pages. where my past has been rewritten and my depression grew contageous. infecting and devouring those i feel any form of love for. and i cant fight the emptiness anymore. my torn out pages crumbled and forgotten as there thrown around. and in their places are pages of rewritten lies to replace them before they even hit the ground. so forget it! why even try. i dont care anymore...dont ask why. does anyone want this life? i dont want it anymore. i dont like it! |