5.11.13

Sweet nothing

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.

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