Mar 05, 2012 08:41
I don't care if I destroy it with fire, nothing's more worth my time. I won't stop until the very core of it feels nothing, is far less than anything I ever believed in. My heart will be bereft of emotion, nothing will ever move me again. I will suffocate any hope of ever reaching the surface again. I will strip myself of anything good and worthy, so have no expectations. There will be no sense or logic, nothing to help you understand why. Because I just am, and that is nothing. I am not worth doting over. My anger validates me.
This is who I am now.
(And its all because of you)