Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

I was killed a long time ago not physically but mentally. Now I'm a cropse feeding every chance I get, but not on brains or anything like that but on feelings. I lay in bed restless craving more and more yet I still am left starving no matter how much I get. Nothing ever works it's time for me to stop. Before I go crazy with this hunger to be happy to feel alive once again.

PS.  This writing kinda sucks but it's 4;49 am so I give my best apologies.