[Forging Galaxies]

Well... fuck it. I'm gonna hang around for a little while before I simply cease away. If anything resurfaces as it will most nights and the pain is too much, then I'm gone and buried a little earlier... Already dealing something... that makes me... too crushed.

Whole life is just belted with a bullshit tendency to have shit happen to me and especially to everywhere I see...
I'm not taking anymore chances again, I've endured enough after each chance of trying to live, and I'm powerless for anything anyway. I'm literally powerless due to the shit damage I had on my skull and the spine shit i was born with thanks to my goddamn luck.

Yes I'm weak but I don't care.
Oh and as for those... intruders in my past. Thanks, you made me feel important enough to get through high school and other shit. But you weren't real, weren't you all? It's all just hallucinations and I don't care if my mom sees the stuff around my lower back as scars or some shit. It's something else, it got to be. You're not real... Can't be.