Happy Death Day

So, today is the day. The day my brother took his own life. He hung himself on his bed, with a computer lead. Does it affect me? Everyday. It's not something that just passes. It eases; the pain. He called me on the wednesday and asked to move in. Come the sunday I was sat … Continue reading Happy Death Day



8697 days. Breathing, eating, sleeping but not really living. 23 years of wasted life. Don't get me wrong I have some awesome memories. In the grand scheme of things however I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me. I mean when you think of all there is to see, to make, to try … Continue reading Awakening.