I've realized how sad I am today, and again I can not hide in a sterotype to give me justifacation. I believe my soul is too old to lie to it. yet I have to pretend untill my family looks away and then I can crumble, then I can be weak.
today I wanted to die to kill myself to numb the sadness, but I can not see it as an escape, my soul will just go on to live agian and the sadness will return, so I can die my missary will just huant me.
it is odd to look at death so logically on to fear or love it just to know in exists.
meko-angel Community Member 
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