Morbid curiosities have led me here. It began with the strange and obscure. I read books and articles of serial killers leading into videos of live suicide. I was chasing something the darkness in me wanted to fulfill. Leaving me with an emptiness that could snuff out all light.
I live a very quiet life. As others party and socialize, I stand quiet as a wallflower through my life. Just enough to be noticed but easily forgotten. No matter how many drugs I take for my ailments of the mind it never draws away the darkness.
In my life I had just mostly made acquaintances. I had one true friend his name was Mark. He was quite the opposite of me. He played sports, grew up in a middle class home, and even back in high school he became prom king of which I still teased him about till that day. Nevertheless, we both shared one thing, our fucked up heads. He was my dearest friend. He, unlike myself, was erratic to say the least. He had burst of energy followed by harrowing moments of depression leading him deeper into himself. I had learned over the years to live with my darkness where as he lived in it.