Well....I'm bored so that's why I'm writing the journal. It'll probably just be about my thoughts or just random stuff. Just whatever I feel like writing.
Fading
Too much to say Too much to lose I'm faced with the enlightening facts Of my mistakes Sadly I feel this pressure To fall into a coma And never speak Never ruin another moment For another person Too much to keep quiet And the empty room knows my name But his face is faded We all know.... Where I'll eventually go....