at times, i just feel like seeing my baby burn in the fire. let every fiber and effort i put into making it turn into ashes. then again, i just don't have the heart to do it.. and here i still have it right with me.

i made up my own world, guess it wasn't as mutual as i thought. so delusional

i made my own sufferings, i just tend to hurt myself

if i could just bottle down dad's new Absolut Vodka and sleep the whole night through.

just tired. 19 years is enough, or is it not?