The Darkest Hour.

I really can't understand what's going on with me!

God, this feels so wrong!

I feel, weak, uncertain, uncontrolled...powerless.

Like a fire, which is dying off.

Gosh! Someone help me! I'm gonna kill myself if i continue like this!

How come i'm becoming so...cold?

Am i turning away?

Am i...becoming an anti-socialist?

I really don't feel safe anymore. This is not me.

I feel weak. Like never to face myself again.

What's happening to me! Someone f****** explain?!

Oh god, shit! I'm gonna screw my wrists till they bleed!

Bleed the f*** out of me! Why am i like this?

I'm not this kind of person! Somebody!

Oh...god! F*** it! F*** it!

I need a knife, make sure it's freaking sharp and rusted...

God! I need help! Arrgh!

FREAK WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?

SOMEONE TELL ME BEFORE THIS KNIFE F***S MY WRISTS!

SHIT! FREAKING SHIT! YOU'RE A F****** BASTARD, YOU KNOW THAT?

HUH, YOU THINK IT'S COOL SITTING UP THERE? HUH?

ACTING LIKE GOD?! SAVING THE WORLD?

IF YOU'RE THAT COOL? WHY DON'T YOU JUST F****** SAVE ME B****?!

HUH?! COME ON!

Oh god...what am i doing...?





Oh....god......