Nothing make sense.
Nothing is clear to me anymore.
I can't tell where the line between living and dying is drawn.
It used to be so clear to me, it used to make so much sense.
There was a definite line between this world and the next.
This pill bottle and the 1-800 number.
Now I don't see either.
Which one is the right choice if there is even a choice.
Is dying worth living?
I don't really know anymore.
I feel numb, empty, cold.
I don't know if I want to dye or if I want to live.
I don't know ANYTHING.
They both seem so stupid...

fuck