I don't know what to think anymore.
why does it seem like i destroy everything I touch?
Why does the thought of death not scare me? Even worse why does it bring a smile to my face?
Why do I have nightmares almost daily?
Why do I have an insatiable rage inside me?
Why do people fuck with my head?
Why do I care?
I just want to enjoy these next six weeks. Is that so mch too ask?