Calm\Storm
I'm still trying, and failing so far.
I'm trying to hide it even from myself, but I keep coming back to it.
I hate this life. All life.
Every other moment is spent envisioning the end, one way or another.
And I don't know why I feel this anger and hatred, deep into the very center of myself.
I'm trying to hide it even from myself, but I keep coming back to it.
I hate this life. All life.
Every other moment is spent envisioning the end, one way or another.
And I don't know why I feel this anger and hatred, deep into the very center of myself.