isn’t it weird how, both physically and emotionally, getting repetitively beat always leads to emptiness. like that feeling you get when the wind blows in, a chilly breeze brushes past your shoulder and that sensation of emptiness overwhelms you and empowers you but while it seems like something powerful, all it really is, is shit. It’s a moment in which you blissfully and without desire realize to what immensity loneliness has you clawed into its palms. 

god it’s just so weird to think how time flies and that once you know about something you can’t un-know it, there’s just no way of going back to the most bliss innocence that which childhood provides us with. 

• Me: Why do you hate everyone and everything?
• Me: Because everything sucks
• Me: But why does everything have to suck?
• Me: It just does.
• Me: But why?
• Me: ... it's easier this way.