"i'll try this without swearing. i feel apathetic. i'm looking for joy but the only joy i can ever get is in my room being alone and feeling it and despising them and just to keep to myself. i don't wanna allow myself ot become like them ut cannot help it. i feel restraint by them. the perfect jo comes from the perfect beauty. everything is beauty. beauty helps to alleiate the soul of it's worries and trouble. the sight is made up of living. relating life with sight because it contributes to expression. the soul's window are the eyes for a reason it is said. i'm hungry for beauty. i need to rediscover my self. i need to plan an escape. i fear death. i'm not as courageous as i' am about it awhile bac. why do i know this much i know now. i wanna be ignorant as they are and just livelife not knowing ithe hopelessness i'm feeling now. people are the ssame and changes comes likely not from it. he is smart but i should beckon him my apologies. i wanna cry and feel love again, that's all i need. to show to peoplle the change i am and th echange i can bring. no feed for the pretense of joy and like. just one, on one, a life that was originally built for two, or more that comes with refurbishing the world of grace and peace. what has come from it all now. the broken twisted idea of a mistake which can never be undone. we're cndemned."
-As Misery Creeps.
