I finally did it.

I finally threw out all my notebooks.

With all my lyrics.

And all my junk.

I don't want to be unkind to myself, I don't, I don't, but it's just unbearable and unstoppable right now

I don't want any memories of myself lying around

I want to die alone

I want to die alone

I only think about the cat, that snaps me back into reality

but I can still kill the product of the thing I loathe, the dark spirit I wish were gone, and thats all it is, the light in me is tapped out and turned off

and FUCK YOU anyone who reads this out of prying, malicious, suspicious eyes... Fucking SHAME on you. You have no idea who I am. You have no idea what I feel. YOU are blessed. You are lucky. I'm the one that wishes I were in your shoes. Your beautiful, new, and well-made shoes.