Nothing every changes. Nothing ever happens. Not here, not for me. No ambition, no motivation, no hope, nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to love. Days go on and on, pass by, and blend in to each other. And here I sit, inching closer to death with each passing moment. This slowest, surest form of suicide.
morbidcherry:
*shows boobs* motivation now? ^.^ *smile*
faeryrae:
i know how you feel. i been feeling that way for the past few months. this slowest surest form suicide yes......