Book of Suicide
2003-08-26 00:22:56 (UTC)

no fault, but my own

to transpire in a world alone is to be foolish. or so is
said, but i vastly prefer solitude. i'm not insane, nor am
i hateful towards my kin. i simply cherish the insurance
of not feeling my broken heart continuing to beat as it's
broken again and again into tiny shards and loosely brought
together thereafter. lonliness can be numbed and ignored,
because you're dependant only upon yourself for a
resolution, but with a broken heart, you must rely on
another to mend it. if things turn sour, there's none to
blame, but myself, and only myself. my sadness is no
fault, but my own.