sometimes the magic is there.
but when the magic is gone, life is disappointing.

well, i'm almost done ( Read more... )

ginsberg, ginsberg,
get out of my head, ginsberg.

i hate drama. i hate writing these words.
but these words are in my head.
and they refuse to leave.
not ready to go just yet.
perhaps if i get them down here they will let me rest.
ignorance is bliss,
and i'm no longer ignorant.
we are what we were made,
and we are what we do.

destruction is much easier than creation but there is no turning back.

someday i'm gonna look back and laugh at this
someday i'll delete this
i'm writing as an attempt to get it out.
i'm no poet. not now.

I've been fighting a mental breakdown since summer. It has only gotten worse. Everyday is filled with guilt, every day is panic, and most attempts to hold on to something leave me empty handed. I can't even keep my feet on the ground. Times change, people change, I know. I think the doctors and shrinks I've gone recently to only stirred things up, ( Read more... )

after years of searching ( Read more... )

i got all the side effects.
it's official, my blood is poisoned.
fuck.
god, let me get through this alive.
god, let me get through this.

my days drag on but the years fly by ( Read more... )

prozac, prozac ( Read more... )