Fishing for attention and getting it doesn't feel as good anymore... Chocolate and desserts aren't as sweet, and very few things are able to make me feel.
It's hopeless, I've fallen into the deepest pit of despair and I am not convinced of the hope that lies above it. It matters not, If I'll never get to it. I'm only getting closer to the despair agents I despised so much, their behavior is misplaced on me but it's not inherently wrong, as in, It'd make things right if I were the one to slit their throats or bang their ugly, abhorrent, oversized heads to the wall over and over again until their eyes pop out of their sockets. I won't be in the wrong then, because unlike me, they deserve it. I'll feel really good if I finally get to see their blood spill out, for a change.