After a night like this, I really learned to miss my life. I really miss the hate, the anger, the fear. Its amazing how alive you feel when you are so close to death. It's incredible how free you feel when your welled up in anger. Try to read me as much as you'd like, but nobody knows what that year in solitude was about. I'm ready for round two when you are. I miss the power, I miss the hunger. I miss the confusion and I especially miss the pain. Pain is good- something I never really understood until now.
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