Rant is Beautiful
In the beginning I had something. I know it there was something driving something pushing . Where the hell is it? I just feel something not nothing. Nothing would be great. Nothing doesn�t hurt. This doesn�t hurt either this just eats away painlessly and hurts without pain. Why am I like me what the fuck is wrong with me? I look forward to moments they come and they are shit. The next moment isn't even as good as that. Moments add up to nothing but they are far greater in weight.. In weight.. I wait for what? Time is standing still at a terrifying speed. DO I want to stop or crash, if I continue at this speed while not moving at all I'll be ripped apart. Dammit! something happen! Happen now! But don't hurt� no more pain.. I can't feel it.
Enough of this, out.