the cruelest words arent good enough to tell me how much you fucking hate me, by now, are they ( Read more... )

my frustrations ( Read more... )

there is a distinct difference between wanting to touch someone ( Read more... )

hey, i got an idea....how about you kick me repeatedly in the face?!

it would hurt less.

at what point does art stop being self expression
and start being an (accidental) means for hurting someone,
a means for getting back at someone,
or blaming someone for something that was not their fault but was rather a product of ones own mental instability?

the lights are interchangable ( Read more... )

this one goes out to the one i love.
this one goes out to the one i left behind....

what is happening?

i want to explain
but i cant.

when i talk the words are all wrong.
i dont say anything i mean.

im trying at all the wrong things.

i dont care as much as i should or
i care too much about useless things.

i romanticise everything.....
and get let down by everything....
and overthink everything....
and i seriously romaticize everything.

its not

its been too long since ive slept next to something that radiates its own body heat.