...that strange poster that ranted about nothing. And acted emotionless. That was a front. A facade. A cell that kept me in place. Not anymore friends. If I can call you that. I just broke up with my girlfriend due to lack of intimacy (its been over a year and a half.). Apparently, that released the cell doors. Now it hurts like when I was younger. Contemplating seriously for the first time in years. It's not just a broken heart this time, friends, its a broken soul. Its like a revelation of just how bad my life sucks. Drug addicted parents. Deep in loans. Nepotistic grandmother, that dislikes me. Basically, I'm alone. Right now I'm listening to God is an Astronaut. Its so very soothing and mellow. It makes me feel strange. I think I may call into work tomorrow. And the next day. Gather my thoughts. But I'm leaning towards the end. I think its about time I met my maker. And ask why he spits in our faces.