I just want to cry.
I....
perhaps my life isn't worth living anymore. I honestly don't think it is. It has no purpose, the one reason that i chose to continue living has gone.
So what can i do?
Death?
it would be too easy. Cancer will take me, either that or heart disease.

Our love was very much unrequited.
Why did i, the pauper think i could have the princess.

Gods, your cunts yeah. You're all cunts. Why did i ever think i would be good to follow you when all you do is bring me misery and heartache. Fuck you all. Fuck you all.

I have nothing else to say, the first person i thought about when i woke up and the last person i thought about before i went to bed has gone from my life.

Perhaps the cold blade may be my only warmth