The future should hold no power over your emotions.

I noticed I had dissolved into the grey monotonous days. My sense of self was gone and it had left a faint halo for me to mourn.

Some songs are meant to be lost. The drunken haze shall protect their beauty and identity.

And I can't see why we should continue.

I did not need to say anything to anyone. No last words.

I felt him slipping away.
Maybe it's all in my head. But still, it may as well be true.
I've felt it before.
Drugs lift him up and my absence begins to lose importance. The hollow feeling of not being enough, not being able to be there at 2 a.m. to hold them as they lose all sense of self. Instead, the "friends" that are present, make my presence seem...unnecessary. And yet, I can't ask them to be sober. To stay sober.

It's like an itch inside your ear. The urge to die, that is.

Like a terminally ill cancer patient, I strive to live out my days as comefortably as possible.

I don't know if I'll ever "want" anything anymore.