Have you ever felt so sick, sick to your stomach, at your own foolishness? When you just feel like such a massive idiot, you just want to cry, vomit, sleep? Just want it to stop...
I wish I couldn't feel anything again. I liked it that way. I thought I was ready for this, I'm not, I'm really not. ********, I need a drink.
Open your mind, your eyes.
Oh God I just want it to stop, I just want to be alone. But I can't just be alone, no one will let me. I just want to be locked away from everyone.
Well not everyone. But it's over now, that past life, it's done. I've lost it, it's never ******** coming back. Damn this glorification, damn the inaccurate nostalgia. Damn it all right down to hell.
And now the house on the cliff is the wreckage on the rocks.
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