its six o'clock in the morning, my head is ready to explode. i cant remember where i went or what i was drinking. but i know it made me sick and i am not denying that i get this way when i try to get over you. its hard to face the truth sometimes. god i feel so useless. god i hate myself. why do i feel like dying now? there are times when i am just a shell. when i do not feel anything for anyone all i fell is hollow and bruised, used up and mis-used. forced to be someone that i dont want to be. have i failed somehow or someway and will the weight of today pull me down to drown in the depths of despair where i am alone except for my rage? what does it matter? what is done is done and i should get on with my life. soon the night will take me and save me from my pain. so this is where i say goodbye. this is where my story ends and if theres is one thang that i have learned from life, it is that it gets you in the end. so goodbye my friend.
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