Only nothing lasts forever.

it’s just not the way it goes, is it?  i have had years of it. experiences of love and loving, lies and lying, losing, loathing and leaving. it rips right through you, straight down the middle from heart to hole. you’re gutted. that is what it means.

the worst endings usually have the best beginnings. one might try to take solace in that perhaps, the worst beginnings, might just have good endings. or maybe no endings at all. and i think about that sometimes. i think that might feel like a good thing.

but i don’t think i really know what i am talking about. hell is life and life is hell. i’m in it. you’re in it. in the end we all get scarred. might as well just let the motherfucker burn.