I didn't even bother to write.

I've said it a thousand times, but I am losing my fucking mind.

Lately, I am worried that you are slipping away from me.
But I have rope to pull you back.
And glue to keep your here.
If you'll let me.

I miss feeling like anyone fucking cared.

Maybe one day I'll be over this.

I used to be happy ( Read more... )

I'm a guest in my own body. Just a ghost without a home.
I've lied every time I've said that I don't feel dead inside.

I can't fucking stand you.

I can hardly remember this morning ( Read more... )

We're all too content in our common misery ( Read more... )