Ever have one of those days, where you wish to take a knife and jam it right into your face? More specifically I wanted to jam a butterfly knife into my face and let it just dangle from my eye socket. No today fel ominous and brooding, trouble is in the brew, something major will be happening. Perhaps it is my death, or maybe something better may happen? Honestly I do not know, nor care. I have been getting more depressed lately, I help others in Alone In Darkness, I help them and I feel happy. Yet later I feel like I want to go vomit because I disgust myself. Is it normal to be sickend by ones own existance? I seriously wish I was dead.... Perhaps I may get lucky.
 Azalin · Wed Dec 01, 2004 @ 07:57am · 2 Comments |
