sleep is no longer an option.

neither is happiness.

this journal was supposed to be impersonal. i was supposed to rant about things i hate and rave about what i love. i was supposed to be witty and clever. snarky. sarcastic.

instead im here, bleeding all over the fucking place.

i havent felt this low in ages and theres only so much i can deal with before this bullshit front comes crashing down.

perhaps is time for the dramatic conclusion. the smoke and the strobe lights, the quick drop of the curtain before the audience has a chance to get whats really going on.

ive lost my fucking mind.

take me far a-fucking-way and leave me there alone.

@2 years ago