it's been the worst day since yesterday

[kill_creation]

we are going to trial, jury hasn't been fully picked yet and i have to do this tomorrow as well. each days makes life that much harder. how is that possible fuck if i know. the day of sentencing i will either be dead or live happy and/or my dad will be in jail for murder. my skin crawls and burns anytime i see any of them. they give me visions of suicide. it's awful but it's conviencing just the same. i know no one wants to hear this though so i think i'm going to stop with all of this, i'll be fine once this is all taken away.

life is a beautiful disaster

what is this world? what is this we've created? in the burdens of this life i cannot rest, this world means nothing. everything we hold will pass away with a void of completion comfort will ever fade. i long for the wind to cease. we once held undying devotion, now dead to our thoughts.

goodnight