All I want is to mess around and i dont really care about if you love me, if you hate me... 

suddenly, all turned black

You realize its over. Is the end.

Never going to breathe again.

And you cry.

And you try to do something, to turn back time but its late.

You scream "fucking shit" to the sky.

To the wind. To life.

But no one is listening to you.

And you just think about it.

Every day. Every time.

Its driving you insane. 

& you do crazy things when youre mad. 

Dangerous stuff. 

And you... you just regret then.

You just want to forget it.

But you cant. And you will never. Life is like that. 

Sometimes a present.... and sometimes a nightmare.

Life is what you make     so     let's     make it memorable

Smoke?