i dont know what to say these days. because it all feels so fucking heavy. and low. and steadily pushing me down. deeper. into my already waiting self-dug grave. because you always have to show yourself brave. No. Matter. How. Hard. It. Gets. because no one else will ever protect you like. they will protect you. and all of your stupid petty lies. until the very day they die. because its all so very meaningless. like rusted roots. And a sweet. Long. Forgotten. Kiss. is this what they meant by bliss? or is this. just the time between death. and the other THIS. a.a.