_love is just a chemical creation.
I really don't get this, but I guess I have no choice but to keep going, just to see if I'll ever get it.
I doubt I will; this life isn't meant to be understood really. Once it's too late, I'll know everything I should have known from the start.
I really need sedation.
I haven't had enough, even with all of this mess I've put myself through.
There's no rest.
We're all looking for something
To take away the pain.