after many drinks last night, trying to bring void to the pain everyone had impaled my eyes with. i wrote horrific words, ballads of how i could end it all.

for the most part they are just 'bleeders', attempts at releasing aggression, hurt, or self hate. when im writing those types i envision myself going through with the said actions.

in some way, that makes me feel better. more like im human, knowing that i can bleed, then curl up and die.

it's nice to know that i still am human.