I woke up today, my mind racing and my limbs numb. Each breath stung my lungs, i layed there not making a sound, with dried tears on my cheeks. I felt like a zombie today, living but dead. I hate myself, and how everything i do isn't even good enough for myself. I hate who i've become, and i hate the things i've done. I can't think of a reason to get the fuck out of bed, other than the fact i have to. Getting out of this house, this town, this lifestyle.. that's the only way things are going to get better.