my parents are upstairs watching football, and i'm down here dying, hoping that's only a metaphor. but maybe if it wasn't, the world as i know it could finally end and give me a real fresh start. a chance to find something worth clinging to, that doesn't bite back for no reason. but this emotion is self-medicated, overdosed and ingested far too frequently. something's gonna save me like superman, only it's not coming and i can't keep waiting on realizing i have the kind of rescue i'm looking for. action never suited me, but maybe i just don't know. standing is the hardest part when you've got sleeping limbs and a heavy head. i can't go on writing this, feeling i should be doing something else, so maybe later.
also:
"I'm an adult. Don't protect me."
-Bill Hicks
also:
"I'm an adult. Don't protect me."
-Bill Hicks