it all ends the same
Thursday, Aug. 19, 2004 at 4:45 a.m.
The happiness I so desperatly trying to hold on to has inevitably slipped through my hands. Once again I am left with nothing. All I have now are my thoughts. These are what is killing me. Silent but deadly.
Everyone has someone they can lean on when they start to fall. Everyone but me. I am left to try and hold myself up but the blind doesnt lead the blind to safety. It all seems pointless now.
I wouldnt mind a drug induced coma.
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