Star Descent

A week, full of just horrid things. Again, I keep mention to the fact that, this year's prediction has been spot-fuckin'-on. Spot on really, cause everything hasn't turned out the way I want it to, only to what I've expected.

I, am, on the verge. The verge, of just bursting. It feels like a game, I'm the fuckin' doll. People just probing, poking, throwing and putting I under flames just to see if my can feel.

Fuck you, fuck you, and especially, fuck you. All of this optimism isn't worth a cent, none at all.

Tell these voices to stop, I can't give in no more. I don't want to.

Turn my thoughts dark, whores.