I just want to sit. Sit and wither in my own self loathing. Engulfed in my own hatred. Barely breathing, barely conscious, barely living. There is no air here. Wrapped in this twisted realm that paral...

I miss you. I wish it lessened each day or even each second, but I am trapped in this stagnant state, trapped in a continuous cycle. I thought I could fill the loneliness that you created but instead ...