Yeah, you were right about me. But can I get myself back from underneath this guilt that will crush me? & in the choir I saw a sad messiah, He was bored & tired of my laments- Said; 'I died for you one time, but never again' Well I love you so much, but do me a favour baby- Don't reply. Cause I can dish it out, but I cant take it. Ah, I love the feeling of starting a new journal, a new blog. But I prefer the feeling of not feeling, so forgive me if I get too distant. One week & one day until that silly thing known as rehab. My parents don't know the half of it. Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God. Too bad I don't believe in either of you. Ever see something so beautiful you just have to destroy it? Yeah; story of my life.