nevermind, these are horrid times.

It takes my pain away.

I make myself sick.  The things I love, the things I do solely to survive, the things I hate, why are they all the same?  It’s not so bad, I tell myself.  It’s not so bad.

But No one will ever fucking get it.  And I am unwilling to give that part of myself to anyone.  It’s strange, I don’t care about them, I don’t care about burdening them…but there is strength in solidarity, and the one who stands alone is the one who no one sees fall.  And I must be strong because…fuck, I don’t even know anymore.

I don’t even fucking know why.