Things are...strange, hard, complicated. There isn't an exact definition to it all. I miss my life but this is my life. I keep the silence and apathy thoughout the days. I silently scream at myself for all the things that don't go the way they were supposed to. Almost like i am in some place far away in my mind. I speak, i react but i am constantly waiting for life to come and get me from the dark hole i chose to be in. Because life is made of choices and i have made mine.
And then there is nothing.