Just in one of those moods.

seems like everyone is having there own little problems i have none of the estetic world and none in the emotional.

Its a Beautiful Life, this World of theirs, free from all attained by the few, their problems become ours, No escape. Their hate drips down asborbed by our skin. This world of ours is bound to end. the question is just when, My friend.

Stuck in a rut, the world goes by, Few stop but offer little help, Damned is my life.

Consumed, Comforted by the Nothingness that plagues all, Life is the road I must live without myself.

well thats that. i dont want any of those "your a poser emo guy" cause i dont care and dont hate my life embrace what you known is all the advice i have.

Sometimes the best things in life are mistakes.