I'm feeling bad. Today I heard that an old friend of mine killed himself. I hadn't spoken to him in years, but it still gets to me. Not only because of him, but also because I've had periods too that I felt I didn't want to live anymore. Somehow that feeling still knows to find me every now and then. Thinking about all the shit I went through makes me feel sad. Why do people have to suffer so much? And why are they often their own demons?
Valentijn, rest in piece.....
Valentijn, rest in piece.....
...around Xmas everybody is posing as happy and that often emphazises how lonely one really is
I am to stubborn for something like suicide!
All the demons and Angels are in you!!! It is up to you who you wake!