Title: Valgfritt

Text: These hellish emotions are dragging my life down. Lately everything has been too good to be true. I need emotion to come swooping into my everyday life and do something. I can't do shit without it, it's like a drug for me. Without it i'm useless, but it comes at a great cost. I have a question for anyone who is reading this. If i'm lost to madness someday, stuck in an asylum, will you rember me as i am then, or who i was now? Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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