picture me naked in your bed

i dont read anything i write. i dont write anything i think i should.

death is selfish. it doesnt rip anyone away from life it just suddenly comes and takes away. suddenly hurts..you expect suddenly, you hope for peacefully...

in complete honesty... you dont get either.

i cant even write the words and i cant decide if i should. i wish that people would stop thinking about the pointeless...and think about the question.

"i dont need to fight to prove that im right...i dont need to be forgiven"