I'm just sitting around trying to peice together whatever I can of a normal life... I have been dragged down this far, there's not much lower I can go.. constantly making deal with my own personal devils just to survive... but of course there is the whole thing that even as broken as down I still have options... I can survive this... Anger and Hatred is fuel... I can use it to feed my depressions and self doubts.. I know that lies at the end of the tunnel and that's the only goddamn thing that's important. the irony lies in the fact that I can go back to familiar behaviors to survive and go busking in Hess village on the last night of the summer and have a damn good time and I already have money in my pocket... it takes a lot more than you think to destroy me... I refuse to go down. Current Mood: Anger. Current Music: Within Temptation, Middle of the Night... (guess where I am at 3 am?) Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.