My lips are chapped and everything from my handbag smells like duct tape. My hairs a mess, I didn't even brush it this morning after my shower. I've bitten my fingernails so much it hurts and I just want to sleep.
I think I've fallen apart and maybe the prozac just isn't working because I don't know what's wrong with me. Except, I'm fucking ( Read more... )

And death i think is no parenthesis
- e.e. cummings

i like to pretend i'm a hipster... i wear my levi's like i wear my heart on my sleeve.
sometimes, i don't think i know myself. i watch leaves fall from the ground, painint the dying grass with more colours and wonder if life could be that simple. changing with the seasons, dying at winter.
hold ( Read more... )