Thought For The Day

I hope you saw the sun set.
You will never see it rise.

This Is The Art Of Ruin

Im a failure. The bar broke. I tried to hang myself in the closet and the fucking bar broke. Words are irrelevant. everything you once knew is irrelevant. Nothing matters, nothing is real.

I still feel like giving up. I thought that if I made it through everything before, then all this would seem easy. It doesn’t. It feels like I’m tied to the train tracks and train after train destroys me further every day. Some days its okay. Some days I can bear it. Other days I'm barely awake when I start smoking up.
I just want to leave here, but I don’t want to die. There’s no end to this... I guess some kids are just born with tragedy in their blood.
I don’t want to leave this life, just this reality. This reality that I feel isn’t even real sometimes. And then the realisation that there’s no way out, that this will never really end hits me like a thousand bricks.
There’s got to be more than the same mundane things every day?

My Fears Have Become Phobias

I used to fear having nothing. And I guess it was the reason I held in for so long. I didn’t want to be left with nothing.
It took me a while, but I realised that having nothing was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wasn’t tied to places or people by material objects. I could go wherever, whats the worst that could happen? Nobody could take anything away from me because I had nothing.