This has been a horrendous week. I am in-capable of achieving the ultimate happiness. I am sick of this environment. My heart keeps getting stab. I don't know where to look or which human to talk too. There is no option for me. I hardly ever ask for anything in this life and when I do, the act of doing poison my spine. I will never repeat my actions. My anger has got the best of me. I can not control her, she is the girl I've been hiding as a child. The girl where I've put all my hurtful emotions into, and now she is wanting out. My soul is weak and my mind is scattered into tiny stars. It wants to run away with Feather, but in reality it's only the beginning of the tortured. We are the lost ghost children, forever and always trying to find our true happiness in the state of the ultimate freedom.