There was a time when I was a real person. I didn’t know that one mistake would not only take away anything I had, but a part of who I was. My happiness is still with my old life, locked in the past. With the loss of my old life, made me also loose the chance to have a new one. Everyone gets screwed over but no one takes a hit as hard as I did. The hurt will never stop the happiness will never come. I’ll be no one, I will have no name, I will have feeling outside a ghost world that only exists to me. I live an illusion everyday, trapped by the misery left behind from the catastrophe I suffered. I don’t matter anymore because I will never be important to anyone anymore. I have no purpose. I have been locked in a coffin in hopes that I will eventually die and be no one’s problem anymore. That was all I exists for. My life has changed so now I only live to expiration destruction to my being. The most hurt of all is that the best times of my life are over. It went by so fast. All I got was a short run of my dreams. I will always want more and have to live with the pain of never getting it. My heart erupts with pain turning into a black hole where I shall for an eternity look down waiting for death to rise up from it and bring me peace.
Via Dying Comically
30 Japanese Hornets Battle 30,000 Bees
watch this, its kinda awesome and kinda sad but mostly interesting.
Via SUB ROSA ESCADRILLE
