I am an other one of those kids wondering around, experimenting with different substances to find utter bliss and satisfaction of this world. Only to be disappointed to what I can find in this limited world. Only to hope to find it in a different one.

This night, I sit in my chair contemplating the advantages of living and suicide. What does that say about me? That I’m weak? By all means I may be. But for all those who are like me, trying to find a reason to live and just for the likes of living can’t find that reason to go on.  The lowest point in your life will be the point when you have that knife faced towards your chest, ready to carve your fate from your hands. At that point you make a choice, to press or not to press.

For some you wake up a new person. For the sad others, you never do wake up, only to stay in a motion flux. Your bliss. Your never ending dreams you have always wished to come true, have.