messy, messy, messy.

[takingbackgiana]

logic is dead.

after a slow humdrum month of july, disorder is in motion once again. suffice it to say i'm quite okay.

i have no idea what is going on inside my brain. my mind and i have trouble cooperating now and again. let's take a trip to the inside and i'll show some flashes and snipets of what's going on in my nogin.





Now, I'm in these old knots, each move keeps me locked away.

been listening to:









We're shooting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again.
I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.

read:









Because I'm selfish enough to wanna get better
But I'm backwards enough not to take any steps to get there

must read:



boooo.

We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

this mess is mine.