2017 19 August :: 8.48am
the only thing that keeps me going is knowing that a couple people would be devastated if i stopped
but another 50 years of this? another 50 years of living the same bullshit every single day.
the sad eternal sorrow lodged deep in my heart
knowing this stone in my chest will never start beating again
i am an empty husk of a person, bland, boring, vanilla
a waste to time of space of paint