I'm trying to purge all my older writings as soon as I can. It's time to change; It's time to leave that hurt behind.

"I'm not happy," is an understatement. It's the least I can say when I have so much at stake.

The sounds that drown my head; the voices that cloud my ears. I have you by my side but I'm looking at someone else.

History repeats and written it remains, the more I read the more I want to forget. I want to start from the end.

"I'm incompetent," is and understatement. Whatever triumph I gained is only a mask to hide what I've left behind.

I'm lost and I don't want to be found. Can't you see that this pain I feel is the best I've ever had? I feel comfort in pain and pleasure is the same.