but it only made me more sensitive in the end.

But when I talk to you I don't know if my breathe wavers because I'm exited or because I'm scared.

The duality of something that pretty much can be used to describe my life.

But all of that is in vain when you wake up at 02:58am and realize you only slept for 40 minutes

But numbers doesn't even begin to explain how much I still hate you.

Sometimes you need to vent so you can feel a little better, or at least is what they say. I don't feel any better.

"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." -You already know who

Words that are supposed to give you a breath of refreshment in your life more often deal a fatal blow instead.

Also done yesterday. When everything you see is tinted purple, the colors stop having a meaning. And I will always be able to draw parallels to poison.

This was a recent one, done yesterday. When your chest feels tight and you realize you never actually got over it.

More of a recent one, done on March 11th. I guess you can realize that it's meant for someone.

Done in the few moments that I've been sober, because being drunk with love was the only thing I knew at that time.

In the night before I turned my own life into a nightmare

Sometimes it looks like what you do is a constant repitition of what was already done time and time again. And sometimes it seems you're stuck on that cruel loop.

I've never been a fan of knives, yet in that one day it sounded so alluring.

The loud clasp from a closeby thunder can wake you up in the night, but can it give you the strength that is required to fight?

Ever wondered how can a human soul mimic the seasons? I know I have.

I'm not very sure of this one, it was done last year in an afternoon after looking back through old chatlogs.

A small thing about my old addiction.