Down the drain.

And this is how you put out a fire.
And how, actually, you realize the fire didn't hurt you, but having it gone hurts more that I imagined.

Drove me nuts. Still does, in a very small extent.
Feels like my entire being is directed to the realization I am the biggest and major human failure.

Goddamn.
I assume the biggest struggle is overcoming the sadness of what life takes away from you.
The memories are sweet.
Obnoxious sensitivity.

What does life takes from you?
Nothing of it is real. Nothing of it ever was.
Why attach yourself to something unreal?

I don't like how reality unfolds over us.