There have to be some that are born alone, live alone and die alone.

I'm tired.

The dark masses of things I should have done lie in wait.

I saw the upside-down world behind my eyes. I was looking up at you looking down at me, lying on the ground.

I've never been here before, and I don't know if I'll ever be here again.
The walls are painted with moving pictures, mockeries of our veins and the branches just outside the windows. I want to wear these pulsing symbols, display what only our eyes have seen. In this dark room, blackout shades drawn on the brilliant night, I've never seen the walls glow so vibrantly, so violently.

I need to delete my Facebook.

Too much time spent on something that doesn't deserve any.