Beloved Reader,

Don’t cry for me.

For it is I who must cry for you.

Its really strange how one can become addicted to chaos.

The self abuse inflicted upon oneself to feel “alive”.

Nights i stayed up.

Speculating betrayal


Manipulating reality

The mind is a scary thing when it’s left to wander

I have lived my life to the fullest

Fueled by mania then thrown in a pit of despair

Coming to, only to realize that i've lost it all.

Overwhelming anxiety


Desire to achieve depersonalization

Tonight i will end it all

Don’t pity me for i do not pity you

We will meet again soon

With flames licking at our bodies

In pain

In Hell