My turn to blogpost bant; I won't say anything about what's happening, just how I'm feeling.
My soul and the cavity where my heart should be feel as though they've gone completely hollow; it feels as though my opportunity to burn out has faded away. My soul used to have such a fire in it; the mirror no longer shows the life that used to be behind me eyes; it's become much more insidious in appearance; there be no more light, however, the ever-consuming dark has taken a life of its own. There's nothing I personally want to do anymore, however, my animalistic instincts demand I thrash about and become as remembered and feared as the Queen Anne's. Is it normal to make the world wish to cower? A part of me begs that the entire being can burn; the part that wants a long and happy life is slowly beginning to beg to burn out as well and I don't think I can stop either of them.

Anyways, your turns for blogpostings, I just needed to take some of my angst out! :p