day x1

i dont know what i have, but it grows, and the thought of suicide calms it, as well as the action of self destruction, and it cant be stopped. 

so this week as always im planning my escape, again. 

why? 

because i dont see a future, nothing.

just a dependable broken body with lots of issues.

issues untreated, unwanted but alive, leeching my soul dry.

fuck it. emo never dies.