Content with being uncontent.
I like Emotive Hardcore and beer.
I’ll never forgive myself for being something I swore I’d never fucking be. I’m sick of losing sleep and losing people who meant the world to me. These restless eyes match this restless soul, with a restless heart and no place to call home. These restless eyes, match this restless soul. I put myself in a situation where I’m lost, tired and fucking scared. I’ll never recover from who I was and failed to be. The hardest part of growing up is growing apart. I’m shedding who I was. I’ll never give myself to anyone again, or to a world I fucking hate. I now realize what I need to do to get my life to where I need it to. I’m sick of waking up not looking forward to life. The love that I have inside has taken away the hate this time but, still I hold these negative feelings in my fucking mind. I am a new man, I said that I would be, and I fucking am.