I want to cut my heart out to see it for what it is: more weak tissue that won't bend to wayfarers. There is something wrong with me. I'm flaking off at the ends in rhythms I've imagined. I can't stomp her out. Fucking ignorable people.
"You are a sweet diversion as I start my darker way / don't let your heart get out of hand / I'll step on it someday"
"You are a sweet diversion as I start my darker way / don't let your heart get out of hand / I'll step on it someday"
but well.. I don't really ever write what I'm really thinking on here, because well... people tend to ignore your journals when you actually write entries with real substance, ya know?