round and round and round. everything's a circle and you always end up back where you started. its all the same and nothing's stimulating. like having splinters of wood jammed underneath your fingernails. and all you do is watch the blood drip.
i forgot how much fun i was capable of having. im glad i remembered.
...its sad that 86-ing it is becoming my trademark. but it becomes easier and easier to leave people in your dust. especially when its a draining relationship that does nothing to stimulate you. whatev.
those stomach knots are back. i wish i could find some peace of mind. a spot of reassurance. but everytime i think i've grasped it, something else worms its way into the front of my mind. and gnaws. i hate being so isolated. i hate being in the dark. i hate taking the dog for walks at 4am. i just want a shoulder, a pillow, anything to rest my head