roguemonster
it's the thing that creeps up on you when you least expect it, what consumes you when you're alone, when you're not alone. it's the disease without a cure, the heart without a home, the bone without flesh. it eats away at you like acid, kills you at the end of the day. it's what you wake up for in the morning. it's what you expect. it's insanity at it's finest.