A million and four years....
So much time has passed and so much but so little has changed. I look through these pages and I see a glimpse of a world that is long dead to me. I cant help but think how good it really was for me in those days - but maybe it wasnt. I've been on the track for rock bottem for a long time now, looking into the dark things inside of me as they eat my soul like a cancer. I keep telling myself to go out and live but a part of me keeps telling me that I'm already dead. I'll never escape this. So often I drown reality out with single malt scotch or self inflicted pain - a euphoria of detatched reality. I drive the streets at night, hopeing that they will swallow me. Street lights blink and mock my sanity. What is this world we live in? A million and four years never lived, a lost dream on the whispers of dispair and lonelieness.