More than I ever Realized
«2006-09-13»

playing:When I look to the sky- Train
feeling:dead

What the hell am I doing? I mean really. This is getting pathetic and rather redundant.

I do not want to do this anymore.

There! I said it. Does that mean I'll actually stop? Probably not.

As I said, pathetic AND redundant.

Oh....what the fuck. I've been banging my head and beating myself up for as long as I can remember. Am I even able to do anything right? I really doubt it at this point.

I am on the highway to hell quite literally.

Just so you know, I miss you. I won't insult you and tell you how sorry I am. Because whats sorry? They're just words I've said a million times before with similar crimes. I'm sure they've lost their meaning.

This is torture. I can't make it stop, even now that I want it to.

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