salvation.

comes in a little plastic bottle.

for such a small price, why think twice?

[non]fiction.

i want to break every mirror before it has the chance to see me. 

not that i'd even recognize who i've become anyway. 

i have completely and utterly become a recluse.

not because i like it, but because my mind has made me this way.

i have no other choice. 

even my own mother can't stand me anymore. 

she cries every day over what has become of me. 

don't worry mom, you're not the only one disappointed.

my body must be defective, because functioning doesn't come easy for me. 

i've finally come to the realization that chances are i'll die alone.

i don't blame him though for not being able to put up with someone so impossible. 

my heads spinning and my minds a mess, i just don't know what to do anymore.

eyes open, eyes closed, everythings looking pretty bleak.

don't bother calling the doctor; i'm already dead.