I've lost my peace of mind.

There goes a year and a half of progress.

There are things I do that I sometimes wish I didn't, but I guess it's just who I am ( Read more... )

I'm taking pictures of everything to remind me of:
the
place
that's
so
perfect
for
me.

My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
all sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
They never take me anywhere but here.
Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
these strangers whose faces I know.
We ( Read more... )

It's not that I'm worried ( Read more... )

Yeah, so I don't really know what to say.

I wish I could feel something.
I wish I could care about anything.
I wish I could shed a tear over something that matters
instead of crying for the bitter nostalgia.

You're not you..you're not you anymore.

If I could, just this once...

I think I subconsciously, yet purely unintentionally make myself sick.
I should probably find a way to avoid that.

There's a moment when it all makes sense.

I'm just "different", I suppose.

"Stop whacking off at the wheel, you stupid, fucking CUNT!"

haha, I love you so much.