Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

I guess I'll never see
what make me be so empty, so useless,
so harmful. I'll never know why I exist
or why I persist to change, when things always turn out the way they are meant
to be, even if you don't agree with reality. It's there, right in front of you, laughing at you, holding a mirror to reflect the mistakes you have made, making sure you'll never forget the poisons you've released from you. As I continue to smile, I choke down the bile that wells up inside me, wanting to explode. Every next second could be the next episode of my anger, displayed to everyone to see. I lost all empathy... I guess I'll never see...