it's a comin

the thunder that is in the distance... barely lighting up the sky, singing the lively song of rage... its a comin for you.

oh, how twisted everything is right now. so so so wrong. i can't tell where the day begins and the misery ends anymore. it's completely... just...

why do people look at themselves when they cry?

there's still an empty space, a hole, a faded memory of something that's missing. trying to fill that hole with anything else, everything else, gets exhausting. it becomes the focus of every day and the purpose of trying new things. it becomes annoying. but, it's what everyone suggests, it's what i suggest to myself. it's a learning experience, they say. be selfish again, time heals everything, they say. pick yourself up, stop watching tv, don't drink vodka soda's, i say.

this is not the fucking movies.