And just when i thought i was feeling fine
Everything changes its just not my time
I should leave maybe run away
You see with blind eyes my suffering

I hate life
and life hates living
Living loves death
and death loves killing
Killing listens to murders
and murders listens to me
Because i hate life
but love killing me

I want to hold my breath for as long as it takes. I want to stop breathing just long enough to know what it would be like to be totally still. Like being just a cough away from death. Not really there-- not really here.


I want to know what it's like to wake up in the morning and be glad I did.


I want to be a rockstar. I want to bang on the drums or wail a guitar so loud, it blows my ears out. Then I wouldn't have to hear anything.


I want to know what to say to keep everybody off my back. Maybe there's one word, one sentence. Hell, I'll even sing a song if I have to.


I want to go someplace where nobody can find me. Not even me.


I want to not feel.


I want to know what the hell I'm doing..


I remember when I believed what people told me. I don't remember what you call that, but I want that back.


I want something nobody can give me- something nobody can get. What the hell is it?


I want to know when the hell all this started.


I want a day off-- from everything.


I want all the questions to stop, I want more answers.


I want to be as far away from me as I can get.


I want to laugh, I think I might remember how to do that.


I want to write my own ending. I'm just not sure what the story is about.


I want some stronger kryptonite. But I'll probably have to make it myself.


I want..to not want.