Life at home

Sometimes life just doesn’t seem worth living at times. I want to hurt myself in some way shape or form, but then these damn memories of being “happy” cloud my own judgement at times. These feelings I have now, I know, won’t truly ever fade from this day on out. I will have a grudgeand I will never feel the same again. I’ll shut myself off from the world. It seems soon I won’t have that “happy” expression you know all to well anymore.

I’ll just be the shell of the person I once was. I’ll walk this earth not completely there. I’m just an empty shell. I feel like I don’t matter, like my opinion doesn’t count anymore. Tsk, like it ever had. What is the point in me being the way I am if your going to complain when I want to take charge of my life?

My eyes won’t ever show my soul again, my soul is in the possession of the reaper now, I’m just waiting for him to take me to a place where I don’t have to deal with these types of things.

The Dafne that was me is now gone, disappeared. She is no more. You won’t see her again. The new Dafne that is here, will be around for a while.