My name is Ward. My present is my past. This is my personal blog. Its to help me get through hard times, vent , and generally posting things that keeps me going or highly interest me. Feel free to follow but keep in mind this is for myself.

I’m still here.

The difference a gun and a bullet could make..
I could have done it a thousands times over by now.

The self-destructed man feels alienated, utterly alone. He’s an outsider to the human community. He thinks to himself ‘I must be insane.’ What he fails to realize is that society has, just as he does, a vested interest in considerable losses and catastrophes. These floods, wars, famines, and quakes meet well defined needs.
Man wants chaos. In fact he’s got to have it; depression, riots, murder, all this dread.  We’re irresistibly drawn to this almost orgiastic state created out of death and destruction. It’s in all of us. We revel in it.

Sometimes its hard

I’m so scared to just talk freely in fear something negative will happen..

Relationshit.

Holy fuck

That just happened.

A little more than 24 hours..

May 10th at 3PM / reblog / 1 note

This is getting so hard..

It hurts so much..

Each day just gets harder

while each day just goes by slower..

nothing even makes sense anymore

I never cry

Now I can’t stop..

I’ll never be good enough no matter what..

I don’t know why I cry over things that I’ve known for the longest time.

honestly if i died right now i wouldn’t care. no one would miss me.