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❝Not your friend❞

I FEEL BLISS
Part time cannibal. I bite.
Very few people like me. And I like very few people
Living somewhere you shouldn't care


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Vacant Pain
Tuesday, March 27, 2012 @ 5:30 AM
Shit gets tougher.
People gets shittier.
Everything sucks so bad.
All I want is to go back to my family and friends.
The real ones. Not some strangers sheltered under the same roof.
Wishing in the cold and humid air. It's useless.
Funny how that particular air can make someone feels so lonely and empty.
It's a battlefield. This world is. An atrocious, hopeless world.
Full of pathetic hypocrites. 
My heart breaks for them.
She's not home. No one genuinely is. 
Never felt so forsaken until now. 
Like glasses fell hard and shattered to the ground. Unwanted and worthless pieces of what's left.
Hope.
It's not enough.
Faith.
A little too weak for that.
Pray.
All I'm capable of.
In the end, we'll just have to carry on.
Because apparently that is the only thing we can do.