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Thursday, October 12, 2006


No. More.
Unfortunately it seems as if i can do nothing but feel depressed, for this, i apologize. However, the malestrom does not cease. It seems, the minute, i let go of my grief of my uncle, The loss of my home and my niece cut deeper. Though we now reside in a bigger and better home than before, it feels cold. My old home had a warmth to which i had become accustomed. It felt like the only place that i could give the bird and say, "Fuck off and die" to the world. I had lived my childhood and adolescence in those rooms. It was that which i laid the foundation for my life upon. That foundation was taken from under me. Though it is hard to leave, pretending that nothings wrong is harder. To constantly wear a mask is trying. i am left to ask:
"What am i to do? Where am i to go? Where am i to find comfort?"

Apologies for the depression, all. As soon as i can pull my life into something resembling normalcy, will the profuse vulgarities and rants you have becomed accustomed to return. Until then, i still ask for rain.

-SwordPsycho

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