moments to share, moments to care
i know st peter won't call my name
with every evening passing i just feel like passing away more and more. the reasons for me not doing anything stupid here is the problematic carrying of my worthless body back and the disappointment which my dad would feel. and the thought that i can still turn this depression into a valuable art. i feel like my journey is over. there is nothing left for me to do. i don't need or want help. it is fine the way it is. it is the way it's supposed to be.
Skrivet av arlona, 2009-02-21 17:45
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Skrivet av signatur, 2009-02-21 18:53