Class Dismissed.

Any sort of class or dignity I had, I let go tonight. On this dark, heart pounding night, I lay here as still as I can as every thought and any question linger in the halls of my mind.

It begs that much more of me. And everyday I am proven to be weaker than before. More vulnerable. Uglier than ever. And the "pathetic" I have once called many, I have slowly rottingly become.

I will say this once. And mean it many times:
FUCK LIFE.

The fresh soul that has once loved life has died today. Reborn is this. Only a brain, and half the heart I was given. The broken half.

Sure, "dramatic" may be the word to sum up my days, but fear and consumption have plagued every single waking moment of what I call "my days."

So no more of this, "Love life." It was all but a dream. It was all but an idea. Only a wish. Only to not come true.

Find a fucking cure only then will I be loving life as it comes.
Until that day slowly makes its way to the present, I lay here as him.
I cry as he does. I ache his pain. I live his life. I am him.

Everyday is an obstacle laced with creatures that infest our blood, they laugh at us, and prey on our smiles.



Depression, our new best friend.