holy SHIT can you just stop it already? both of you..ALL of you just shut the hell up. PLEASE. you dont get it, you really just dont get it. Your defiling a part of my soul. it hurts. it truly does. I cant take this anymore..but i cant do anything. im powerless in this situation..this..this hierarchy we live with..i have no say. you pretend i do but really, who are we fooling? you piss me off you just PISS me OFF! but i cant scream. i cant explode. I cant complain in the slightest, for what...

And so it begins. the slow decline from what society views as a wonderful thing, the two of us. I realized that i didnt want this. i realized... i finally realized. and after all youve said in this short time, and your apparent inability to take even the smallest step back..maybe take a look at things..assess the situation. Your too into yourself i belive, and maybe, not your person, but who you have with you, just to say you do. Dont say you love me. its not true. your too young, to immature to...

confused. im just so fucking confused. seriously like what the hell is going on? i dont even know anymore. im like a drone....when im concious anyways. can someone please explain this to me? everything was fine. it was FINE. how did..THIS happen? what the hell is wrong with everyone...and why am i the one to turn to? i have my own life! my OWN fucking issues so WHY do i have to deal with everyone elses? this just doesnt make sense...ive always been there for them...why cant someone be there for...

No. I dont want to sleep. I dont want to sleep, cause then i wont have to wake up. i dont want to wake up because then this will be real. I dont want it to be real. Just make it go away. Make it the horrid dream that i know it is....an everlasting dream. Have the blanket of night stay here forever, my only comfort in this insane place, calming me, quieting my howling soul....almost peaceful. Keep the sun at bay, just...stop time. Dont let the sun up...please. im so cunfused, i have no idea how...

the clock ticks by, each second seeming like an eternity. the endless pounding of the hands seem to bombard my soul as if searching for a way in, attempting to shatter it. Echo. it echos. It reminds me of a time when everything was easy, and life was simple..a time when everything just made sense. no strings attatched. everything just WAS. Now i lie here like a broken puppet, i, whos strings have been impossibly tangled in the web of life, this web of misery. I want to break free, i want to move...