A month after.
But I'm still keeping it.
Still hanging on to memories.

Because I have nothing left, not to love, not for anything.
I am just empty.

I had enough of being the goody to shoes.
It doesn't pay to be nice.
It's time to show the world how dangerous I can be this time.

The thought of leaving this world always occur to me.
One day, I might just really take my leave.
For good because its easier said than done.