my life so far, sort of.

[savemesailor]

loud music
flashing lights
weed smoke
old friends gone
closet living
forced smiles
dirty hair
picking at my face
biting my nails
cursing myself
head in hands
worthless mode
sick
sick
of the same faces

i dont really want to be here anymore but im afraid im already stuck.
fucking desperate. ugh.

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[fuckingprude]

move to portland.

[savemesailor]

someday.