This is just wrong enough to feel right.

Seeing The Pleasure

If I let myself go even slightly, I would hurl myself into the abyss.

Everyone craves somebody else.

I Hate This.

I feel empty, yet overcome with emotions.

I feel like a part of something, yet detached from everything.

I feel even the nothingness.

I feel the silence deafening me.

I feel the darkness blinding me.

I feel cynical about sun rises.

I feel like crying, knowing I shouldn't be.

I hate feeling like this.

He wormed his way into my head, the way smoke gets into your clothes.

This is not where I thought I'd be at sixteen...