stupidity
2002-12-26 || 8:16 p.m.

The disguise is powerful.

It's not true that you are only empty when you cease to cry. I taste emptiness every where. It's stench overwhelms me.

A short term hurt is a help but it is only short term. It never goes away.

Fleeting. When I turned around there was no-one there.

There's no point to these things that surround me. It all sickens me.

My disguise is powerful; inside is nothing but blackness.

I need to be smacked by reality. I need to be numbed to realise.

I need the courage to obliterate.

And every morning and every night I give thanks for the barriers.

I'm so unhappy, I just want to die