Posted by Anonymous on 2015/01/29 under Uncategorized I have to trick myself to sleep every night. Night time is the worst because it is when my mind is a he most destructive to my soul. My lonely soul feeds on the non existent memories that my mind slaves over to create. Where the f*** are you? I’m ready. I’ve been waiting for so long to know you, feel you, love you, but you never come. I hope each night that tomorrow will be the day. It never is, you’re never there. My soul aches to know yours. Thrirsting to give the only thing it wants to give. I’m never good enough. When I think I’ve found you I’m not it. I’m ugly, fat, distugsting pig, who never deserves to be happy. I’ll never find you. I guess I need to begin to come to terms with that. I’m tired of hoping for tomorrow. I know that it won’t be. I need to stop getting my hopes up. I know I will forever be alone. I’m worthless.