I'm reminded of the life I once lived... everything now is so 2 dimensional. I used to feel so much... now all I feel is boredom and wishing for the past.
My past wasn't that great though... I just had friends and people who I could talk to. I miss that.
I still have my little tin in my purse... filled with sleeping pills and razor blades and all sorts of madness. I still use it... almost everyday... all the stuff in it... but now its all I got... not my last resort.