Smoking the pain off

I’m destroing myself. It’s awful and ironic. I’m swimming in irony sometimes laughing sometimes crying. And every time I cry I feel that my powers seem to leave me. Somewhere in this irony I will drawn. The smoke that comes up from my pipe is the smoke of my ashes and the poison that kills me slowly. Soul and body. I’m burning! Burning in hell! Maybe that fantasy will become reality. I diserve to be there. To be in pain.

No one deserves to be in pain. You seem to be depressed mayeb try to understan d which triggered these feelings? It might help. Don’t beat yourself up.. it won’t help you nay. (just an advice, I hope it helps).

November 2, 2005

you’re wrong my friend. everyone does. love is a pain and everyone deserves to love and to be loved. we can’t live without it. we’re able to do anything to have it and it dosn’t matter if you’re bad or better then bad. there’s no such thing as innocence. we’re all controlled by our nature. the week die and the stronge win. i don’t want to be a part of that scenario but i am and maybe that’s the thing that makes me so depressed. we’re all looking