Bones sinking like stones... Yeah I know how that feels... I'm a little tired of feeling so miserable... I know I'm morbid by nature. I know that no one will lend me their shoulder and that if they do they won't ever do it agian. That action would most likely be mistake... like what I am. Yeah everybody here has got somebody to lean on... Except for me... I've notice I die often. I regenrate as a new copy of what I used to be. I shed or die each time I "explode".

I can't remember the last time I smiled for real. I stopped smiling entirely when I was five I stopped loving mom at six years of as well as myself and everyone else... I started caring then.