Introduction
Scriptures of Ranting
No story today, too clouded to do so..
I am a saboteur.. in this short week alone, I've wrecked the friendship of 4 people already due to my rashness.. In ways I can or cannot do, I apologise, rashness.. the killer...
it is rashness that made me a saboteur..
underneath this shell and mask of me,
is a demon,
i am nothing but an empty husk,
i don't laugh so often, even if i do, most of the time, its forced
i know what the people around me are feeling,
some are oblivious to me, some are aware, some are trying to take actions, others want to leave me to rot; which i intend to..
Al, thanks for trying to help me, but I think this time, I fight my own battles.. I will fight till the last drop of blood,
I am silently crying,
in my broken, dark heart,
life goes on,
time waits for no one,
i tried,
failed,
i,
am,
writing those paragraphs are only just a temporary means of escape, i should face reality, which is death.. 1 more day passed, and 1 more day closer..
50days later.. The pages will end, torn..