romeoreject

Here I stand broken and exposed, my heart and soul violently torn from my chest by the awe inspiring angel from hell or the terrible demon from paradise. Unto you I bore my deepest and darkest fears, and failures and even my brightest hopes and dreams. I yearned for you to be a part of those hopes and dreams, but it seems the cruel mistress fate has seen fit to extract one of the few sources of hapiness in an already morbidly depressing existance. *sigh heavily* I have tried to weep but found only blood spilling from my parched eyes. This dying world has become an arctic wasteland, not a living soul for millions of miles. The winds hasten, the fridged cold delves deeper, but no cold can ever rival that of the loneliness that tears me apart inside. I'm so tired, of everything. If only I had the ambition to end this misarable life which I have been cursed with, but it seems ambition was the first virtue to be taken by my depression.





AHHH I feel a little better now. HI I'm looking for someone to talk to won't you fall into the rabbit hole?