it's silly that i can rant away here and nobody would care. nobody would know.
i'm angry.
i'm frustrated.
i'm sick of looking at stupidly blurry horizons.
i'm down to my last trickle of hazy hope.
i would kill myself if i was courageous enough.
c'mon. wreck my day.
one more time.
make it hurt enough so i can be put out of misery.
better still, finish the job yourself.
here, what do need?
a knife?
a gun?
a pill?
addicts need fuel.
fire up.
maybe this'll be the final time.
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