It's like there's no motivation

none to care. none to try. none to just be anymore.

There comes a moment when it's more than just life,

and you either take that step forward or turn around and walk away.

It seems I've started to walk away.

Maybe I like the pain. Maybe I'm just wired like that....

Because without it, I don't know; maybe I just wouldn't feel real.

I'm tired of feeling so alone.

Relief exists....it's the only aesethic that makes me feel.

people have problems that are worse.

I feel i'm just not strong enough to deal with mine anymore.

There's just that day when you know it's here.

mine's back.