It's SO hard to know that you're nothing to your everything...

It's kind of amazing really, how my own words do such a good job of destroying me.

Some call the process of living conforming, I call it adaption.

Maybe there's a little bit of filth inside all of us. Tediously hidden my morals and supposed conscience.

Any one of us could die tomorrow without being able to do with our lives what we wish to. No one should plan decades ahead when you can't count on being alive.