There is no more Omega.

Well im sure there is. I would turn to him when i was vulnerable, and lonely. But lately i have been better.
I am sorry Omega. You were my bestfriend. But i guess you forgot i dont believe in bestfriends.
Everytime i would "release" I would think about the same things, "Show them how important you are, show them life without you".
And i would.
But the release only honestly lasted a couple of seconds.
Then the only proof was a rusty sharp metal object, and a bloody scarf.
Its not sopose to sound the way it does.
Like a terrible sob story.
Or the kinds of books you read that make you think of all of your mistakes.
They run through your head like the terrifying image of a blank sheet of paper.

I have OCD about this all.
Soon i will haveto re-write all of these blogs onto a sheet of paper.

Blogging is stuipid.
Humanity will soon end, and man will forget about the "internet" And all of these thoughts that were once documented will then be erased.

Like they were never thought of.
or written.

Scary.
I know.

But i will never forget any image or opinion that i have in my head, or have written down.
It may take some time to refrain on all of them.
But there there.
Just like all of the scars lined up on my left arm.