My story. Its sort of weird. ~.` #1

[Throne_Spaz]

I think about sleeping, then the little fucked up side of me speaks in my brain and says with total determination," A little bit longer won't hurt you, you'll be fine ." I sigh and trust that the fucked up side of me knows what its saying (which I highly doubt it does, but still feel the need to trust it, its the only thing I can trust anymore). I stay up a little bit longer, just long enough to feel numb sensation of total and uter-exhaustion, I crawl to my bed in the hope of at least a few minutes of non-real sleep. My hope fades as the sun comes through the window, annoucing its wake and the end of my joyous night. I crawl away from the covers, feeling empty inside, like a clone, like a shell with out a soul. My f.u.s ( fucked up side ) is gone, waiting for another long night of tormention, another time to see how much it can pain it can conflict on my body.

[Throne_Spaz]

>.> Thanks. My over messed up half is slowly taking over me and I keep writing non-logic crap.

[Nighthawk]

I know how you feel.