God, I miss you terribly. I wonder if you miss me too.

I'm so, so tired. I'm so, so frustrated. I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't even know what I'm thinking about. All my thoughts contradict each other.So, what's the point of all these thoughts and emotions? They all seem pretty worthless to me right now.

I don't know what's making me feel like this. It's been going on for too, too long. I'm not suppose to feel this way, right? I can't remember why all this started. I can only remember last year, last year was when everything started. I don't know why.




I swear, I end up feeling empty like you've taken something out of me, and I have to search my body for the scars
- Wishbone, Richard Siken