all i know is that i began to feel again. crazy, sane, whatever i was, i knew there was only one way back into the world. i began to talk, to tell you my stories and my adventures. i realise that being crazy dosnt mean your broken its just you or me applified. ive been up and ive been down, ive been good and ive commited every sin. but ive come along way to see you.
to the old, i really miss you, you know that? i really do. i miss our words, our jokes, our secrets. i miss our fabrications and our lies. because in time those things will make me stronger, just at moment every time i think of them it makes me wanna scream.
tears are just the antidote for laughter
i keep fucking picking my nails, there isnt going to be anything left of them soon.
and im pouring my secrets into shot glasses and dumping them down the drain. because there is nothing better than a broken heart to dull your senes, not even alcohol cant do what that dose.
its funny because i have no reason to be sad. [you know except for feeling completely alone] i have things to make me happy. but they never seem to last. its like im dumping myself down the toilet. i dont even know what im talking about anymore.
its just an endless spiral downward. and i would like the feeling to die now. please. this train of thought is falling off the track and its about to crash, and did you know blood it blue untill its oxiginated. and i want something but i dont really know what.