I miss Niels, I miss him so much. I try not to think about it, but then I feel bad. I miss him and that sounds so stupid and pointless.

So many people in the world. Some genious who figured out someting, and a lot of them had the same end. Like if they knew something we don’t.

Ian Curtis didn’t know. Richey Edwards’ didn’t know. You didn’t know. And I certainly don’t know. We’re going nowhere. And that sounds as a relieve.
This world is a horrible place. Life isn’t pleasant or fair.

You’re the nicest boy I’ve ever met. Your mind, your words.
People is useless. I know I am. I know that even behind you, I could not make you stay. I could cry my eyes out, but I won’t change the world for you. We know nothing, we’ll never know nothing and we won’t worth more, but I know I’d be in the iron maiden if my pain could save them all. 

Wake up. This is hell, this world is hell. I’m selfish and weak, but my mind is not the place for you. Wake up.