Of Emptiness / One Winged Angel

Its hard to write this without me falling deeper into a hole. Love is a cunt it's the most dangerous weapon in the world and it can be triggered in so many ways sometimes in ways you can't even explain to yourself or others. It appears randomly at times like the last two days for me an old name appears just in my head just her name that's it.... and it won't go away. I'm not even hiding as I write this I don't know what to write my mind is blank I feel nothing to anything I'm anxious still, afraid to talk scared people will just tell me to fuck off I want to talk at the moment I don't and can't as I'm blank but as much as I say I hate thinking about my image. In a way when people ask "What's wrong?" it is nice to know people sort of give a shit it lifts my spirit in a sad way at the time I'll be like they think I'm fucked. If I continue to write on the topics I want to talk about here I'd be here all day and possibly break down and cry I did partly writing this.

Drowning In Slow Motion - Trivium - In Waves