And the Devil's laughing. I torture myself as if I wasn't worth anything. And I feel sad, because I know it is not true. I think I have to cut loose of everything that makes me feel this way. What is keeping me? Hope? No. I don't believe it anymore. I can't differentiate what makes me feel worthless, because everything does. Cut away from life? No. I am not there yet. Unless Universe begs to differ. Fuck yeah! This is amazing. No, really. Do you feel this way too? I feel. Haha! You are really dead, when you stop feeling, I am still here. For now.