Wonder what would it be like, to od on pills, or a knife in my hand, blood seeping from a deep cut, dripping onto the floor.. With Blue Moon playing in the background. Such a sad song, yet beautiful.
Anyway, I know better than to depend on anyone else. I know better than to expect any more from anyone. Especially not the people that I regard as being 'close' to me. When I really look at it, I don't really have anyone close to me. Because those with whom I thought I was close with, they never were with me. Words that were once uttered, don't hold any meaning. Only presence fading away, they were all that ever struck me. Sometimes I wonder, why am I so sad.