Rummaging through the train-wreck that is me, I find that there is nothing left to salvage. The Molotov cocktail of infidelities, addictions, egotism, jealousy, hate and sheer misanthropy has finally exploded and the splinters arent dislodging anytime soon.
She dances merrily on the ruins of my dreams and looks mighty fine doing it.
The situation, however irredeemable, was inevitable.
You once said that all you wanted to be was with a real human being with some emotions. You know that is asking too much from me.
I am a mere footnote on page 21 of your life. Forgotten, unnoticed and lying under an *.
Demons have driven me, but now they have come back to claim their pound of flesh.
The bridge on the end of the cliff seems familiarly delusional.
My demons tell me to walk on it.
I am addicted to destroy myself.
Walking on this bridge is going to be a whole lot of fun.
You once said that I was the funniest guy ever.













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This Is What I Am And I Am Proud Of It And Fuck You If You Have A Problem With That
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