[Forging Galaxies]

I just know.
I just know sooner or later, I'll likely end up in some damn mental ward.
I'm just pathetic.
No job...
No college...
No life...
Hell I can't even bother myself to fill some motivation to go to the gym. How am I suppose to protect the one I love and those I care of if I lack the physical body for it?
Because my own fucking mind needs treating, but it can't be treated. Oh no. It can't!
I'm a pathetic being.
Guilt...
sorrow...
pain...

I'm the one who suppose to the best for those I care for, and all I have is a decaying sanity. The reaches of hell's fucking fires are rising around me...

I got to fight my own demons before they corrupt me, I got to win...