Shit rules.

It's a constant state of feeling and being defeated and I can't pretend to be surprised anymore.

I'm scaring myself again.

I wish I could forgot that you exist.
Or that anything ever happened.
I'd do anything to cure the sinking feeling in my guts.
Every time you find your way into my head.

I was sad a week ago. Now I'm just angry.

That song had new meaning for about a week and now it's gone.
This happens time and time again, but still feels new.
Six years, you'd think I'd be used to it by now.
I'm never leaving my bed again.

I fucking hate myself.

Everything is insane.

I'm scaring myself.

I've been dead inside since last July ( Read more... )