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.Pixie Dust.
Dead Account Holder
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05-05-2008, 09:04 AM
Wild thoughts:
A short piece by me. I know it's a bit intense but it's not real!!!!
I'm so exhausted by this existence. Day on, day through I think of death and pray that it come to me quick. Quicker than quick. To be gone. To cease so suddenly. I could never regret another thing. I could never tell another lie. I could never hate or judge or pick apart the only one I should have loved. Myself. Take this life. Forget it and taint it and twist it and tame it and above all, destroy it. For what is the point for living if not to feel? If not to feel the good? If not to feel the intense sadness and pain and hatred for your own kind. To blow it all up and give in to desire. To love and live at the same time.
Oh what a world! Oh hated me.
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