Everyone is constantly on my mind, but Im so damn busy fighting theae conflicting voices, trying to find my way and what works for me without any outside influence. It sucks si bad to try and fake a smile these days to not worry anyone. Im ina world of pain, and it just wont stop sometimes. And when it does, its only for a split second.

I see you all... I hate how everything in me is so dormant and forced into silence. My old sickness was at least full of beauty and hope. It was a wellspring that simply did not have a bucket tied to the end.

This new sickness is likened to a neverending desert...