if there's one thing In this world I want it would to be gone. just away from everything that I've ever felt and dreamt. everything that I once loved I no longer love it and never will. everything that I have brought into my life walked out the second it saw unstable and withered souls that posses my body. insanity and destruction captivate me and **** everything I am. nothing will change. nothing will be construed as happiness and we will never feel to be loved again. simply because our anger is our whole being and nothing else can love us enough to know what we need. we don't even know what we need. completely immune to life and it's subtleties. nothing phases us. we are invincible because we are hurt. we are anything but living and we no longer can fathom a true routine of living. we are breathing but we are dead. and that's the worst thing to be.