Goal in Life: treat everyone like shit so that when you finally have nobody left, you can kill yourself in peace. There's no one to give a shit that you're dead since they all hate your guts.

Because nothing in life is permanent!


The one thing I've always wanted more than my career/dreams was to kill myself.

To My Beloved Sun & Stars. I don't know when I started to care so much, when I got so weak. You were the sun and stars to my moonlit sky. You were right there beside me, and I didn't know what to do with you. I hurt you and in turn hurt myself. I tore apart my sky, and now, like before, we are separate. Destined to never meet again.

Love,
The Moon.

Because so many people are always begging me to listen to them, as if their advice is the most important. Well, I am listening to you now and let's see where this has gotten me? I don't really have a family anymore! But like they taught me, I shouldn't have to lean on anyone but myself right? Because we're born alone, we'll die alone? I know. Well, I'm alone now.

One time I got a fortune cookie that said, "The road to success is a lonely one." I guess this is it.

Finally waking up at a decent time and wanting to get out of bed, to get out of house, and once finally out of bed, something always has to try to get me back in. And I'm in. Defeated.

My heart is in Virginia, it always been.