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...all right all right all right all right

Right now... I am awake.

Listening to Hell Is For Heroes - a band I love so much - a band that isn't around anymore - such a shame - they were so good - what can I say.

We're alive, right, thinking tomorrow is going to be easier on us, thinking that tomorrow is a better day, tomorrow is the day we've been waiting for, thinking that tomorrow is going to make everything better.

Day after day after day after day after day trying to make sense of it all

And it's not happening, it's not happening

The pain is real.

On so many levels.

From the basic, self-created pain that is laughable to the pain that is inside you like an alien waiting to burst out, the one you try so hard to ignore, the one that you may have a say about but can't cancel because you don't want anybody to know about it

Hey you

Yeah, you

Reading this

I'm talking to you

You want to smash things

You've been trying too long to keep it inside you've been going on pretending you were not hurt and it's been eating you from the inside it's been eating you every day and you don't want anybody to see you don't want anybody to see your flaws all the misery you carry with you the things you never asked for but were too young to have a say on what was happening...

It's all there.

Staring you in the face.

What is there left to do? How can one cope with this?

Embrace the pain.

Embrace the madness.

Nothing's important... but...

...giving love around you, trying to be the best person you can be... fuck self-pity, fuck weakness, fuck desperation... hey it's you & me here, and we're alive

We are alive.

Our life is ours.

Everyday you spend on this fucked up planet is a day where you may save a life.

Every single word matters.