My DeadJournal it was a long time ago that you felt this, you thought you would never feel it again, perhaps you were right, until you discovered drugs, now every weekend you get all doped up and go dancing, and it makes you feel alive, but inside you are rotting and decaying, losing touch with yourself, it seems like such a shame, you had so much potential, but none of that matters to you anymore does it, you just need it to feel alive, and that is your only goal in life, to "feel" even you have forgotten the subtle difference between being on drugs and actually being alive, its a shame really, but it is your reality, and nobody can take that away from you, except maybe for yourself, own a gun? 
Im bored and iv been listening to the same voices for the past hour the TV wont go off or I just dont want it to last time this happened I lost my mind You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild what's broken. Too much, too far, too late to lie down now. I must arm myself to fight you by making weapons out of my imperfections. It's all I have left. There's no other choice. I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and no one now. But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked. I'm naked and fearless. But I'm dead inside. You see... shit adds up, now I'm dead inside. Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive at the bottom. 
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What's New? 2/7 i fixed some stuff, added a link for the velvet teen, nothing big, but i need you people to go to my dead journal, it means alot to me, and id liek you to comment on anything you feel is wrth commenting on, thanks, ill add something big here in a little while sorry about being slow |
