another day, another vendetta
ever have your heart broken into a million pieces? ever go and say something to make it worse? ever feel like getting up out of your bed and walking away and never coming back, wanting to start life over somewhere that isnt as bad as this place but has the potential to be so much more painful? ever realize you wont because you couldnt stand the thought of living without the pain to help you keep your head on straight and your jaw clenched? yeah. im hurt. im rambling. im back home. if i get any more emo, i might go out and do something i regret. like kill an emo kid. or something.