Finally you feel like you belong somewhere?

Don't worry. It won't last long. We are all alone anyway. in the end. we are all alone.

You think you're creative? how? By painting? your not the only one. You think your special because your depressed? fuck you. We're all depressed. in the core. We are all depressed.

Sick of all the lies around you? Join me in this sad march of silent screaming. Feel like you are already dead. Turn away from the sunlight. See the bleeding walls like falls of your guilt. Guilt for your mislived life. Sadness isn't a bad thing. We are all sad anyway. In the end. We are all sad.