““How i hate these days. Days where nothing is wrong and i still feel bad. Days where the weather is fine and i still feel bad. Days where i don't miss anybody and i still feel bad. Days where everything is perfect and i still feel bad. Days without any sorrow, nothing is wrong and i can't seem to handle that. I am in a constant search for pain in order to find happiness. I have this sick need to throw myself in kaos because that's where i am forced to find peace. But when i do finally achieve it, i don't no what to do with it and then i am suddenly at unease again. I lose the gained peace as quickly as i found it, and i am left in a constant state of confusion and pursuit.””
