so fucking l o u d
Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
I am ready to leave this place. Forget about everyone I know. Pack up and disappear. I am tired of the memories that linger around every corner of the meaningless routine that is draining my soul away. I am ready to go. No goodbyes or explanations. I am ready to start over.
You only live twice:
Once when you’re born
And once when you look death in the face.