irony

i have some of the most bastardly friends. who never fail to hurt me.

and yet at the end of the day, i go one full circle, and end up back with some of the best friends i could ever ask for.

thank you for everything.


i've been occupying myself with everything. to forget the emptiness. to take away the numbness. but its all coming back to me now.

how can something so non-existent hurt so much.