I hate the world. Everyone is corrupt. And no matter what you do, you're still a horrible person. And that's the truth. So why can't I just like what I like? It couldn't possibly make me any worse. I've come to terms with the fact that I must just put on a smile and do my best. Because today doesn't just matter for today, it has purpose for tomorrow. I've been somewhat lugubrious the past few days. Is it wrong to try to live a good life when you know you can't possibly come near 'good'? I try to use my best judgement, and maybe that implies effort. Is the effort of trying to be a good person even considered something of recognition? I've removed a lot of things from my life this past year. I can say I'm happy. But hardly. I miss myself. I'm not entirely who I was anymore. and I guess it is a good thing. I've started taking my future a lot more seriously. I'm afraid. It's just the fact of the matter that I can't have my way or what I want this time.
I really miss everything I once stood for.

Deliverance.

all painted red.

all painted red.

when the sun rises,

no one will find the pretty, painted carcasses.

They wanted deliverance.

 

Deliverance.

All dressed in red.

All dressed in red.

As The music sounds,

The little girls danced to their silenced screams.

They wanted deliverance.

 

Deliverance.

The silence is red.

The silence is red.

The snow falls gently,

The grounds seeps red and all is still.

They wanted deliverance.

 

They got what they deserved.

The tides rise and not a single sound is heard.

FUCK.
I need a hug.