And with a bang

I'm back.

And by bang I mean I really, really enjoy setting myself up for heartbreak. It's like my flavor, I don't know. I sit here wanting to be angry, wanting an excuse to be upset, to feel anything but what's inside my right now. Which is nothing. I'm a shell, I'm muscle and bones, nothing else. A void of a man, nothing quite does it poetic justice. And as much as I want to spew this entire thing off my chest, I know gives a damn. No one cares. That's the thing that sucks the most, no one cares at all... I have no one at all.

I won't be sleeping tonight, and I don't plan on sleep until I can't bear it anymore.

Happy to be back