I hate all those clouds that trail behind me. I can't stand that prickling heat that takes over me like high fever. I'm so consumed by negativity, by hopeless frustration. I want one thing then after I get it,I just want to run away. How can a paradox survive in this world where accuracy is so crucial? Everything is just a race. a race to be the best, to gain stature and fame. what if this cookie cutter mold just isn't for me? if i had it my way, i wouldn't give a damn. i'd just drift into the unknown and drown myself in wishful thinking.

but the hardest part now is that i finally give a damn. and it's a fucking struggle to just ignore the pain and that form of gravity that's just so strong, i feel like i'm falling into a black hole.paranoia,fear,sadness and all those emotions that blind us from the world: i only have one thing to say - i'm not scared and i'm going to fight all of you until i've gained redemption.