No Filter
I can feel this suicide coming soon just to rid me from you. If Point A leads to Point B. I am over the existing in this waiting room. This place is not a place to play in. It's a station of everything I never wanted to experience. The thought of love, life, and emotions, The concepts alone, Are enough for me to throw up. I don't need reach. I don't want your touch. Your voice made me weak. An ice pick to the neck, baby, sing! Some people ask, what do you think about? Well, every hour, the major topic: Is on how I can take me down. Now, I practice tying my shoelaces. Infinity; the up and over... Minding my own buisness until I want to hangout, again.