A choir of pensive voices, the voices of my emotions sings a sonota. The 1st movement of Realizationg, the 2nd movement of Melacholy, and the 3rd movement of Dispair all ring out withing my head. The fact that the only satisfaction I've ever recived has been educational or sexual pushes me into a pit, a lake of piranahs, ripping my hope appart and drowning my sorrow in more sorrow. My bones are crushing, my dopamine reserves are deminishing. I've no friends to express to, no mistress to content. My life is beginning to apear futile. Bleek! Valueless! What am I to do?! I'm an accademic faliure, a dissapointment to my parents, to myslef! This ISN'T the life anyone should be experiencing! Everyday! Every night! It's bitter! I hate it! More than I've ever hate anything before!
To the person writing this comment. I want to let you know, you're an asshole. You've ruined my life. You've ruined my soul. You've ruied me, and for what? I just wanna say, fuck you.
I'll forget, but I'll never forgive you. Don't you? True friends stab you in the front.
And you've stabbed me in the back