i open my eyes. my head is swimming.
i look in the mirror and i want to fuck the girl i see in there, with the broken eyes and that smile of mine. i like it. i like the texture of everything all around me but then it's gotta make you wonder why i hide under my blankets where it's only warm and quiet and dark...
fuck it, i want to party. i throw caution to the wind. i throw insecurity to the curb and it shatters into flying sparks. this is just getting ridiculous.
get out of bed! turn lemons into some sweet ass lemonaide!
i aint got not time for the stupid bullshit, i just want to sit back, relax, and enjoy it.
i wrote a poem i really like but i feel like i can't share it with anyone. i feel like nobody gets it. i want to say all the shit without it becoming me. like, you know, all the bullshit. my history and all that.
i got called crazy again by a potential lover.
patterns develope.
i'm sitting here wordless only choking up a sputtering a music.
i don't care if i'm crazy. what do you want? like, some calm collected girl who never scares you even a little... come on.
i want to get high, higher than high and climb way up inside my nervous system, way up inside my shivers and just let out a big fuckin sigh of relief..
holy christ.
i look in the mirror and i want to fuck the girl i see in there, with the broken eyes and that smile of mine. i like it. i like the texture of everything all around me but then it's gotta make you wonder why i hide under my blankets where it's only warm and quiet and dark...
fuck it, i want to party. i throw caution to the wind. i throw insecurity to the curb and it shatters into flying sparks. this is just getting ridiculous.
get out of bed! turn lemons into some sweet ass lemonaide!
i aint got not time for the stupid bullshit, i just want to sit back, relax, and enjoy it.
i wrote a poem i really like but i feel like i can't share it with anyone. i feel like nobody gets it. i want to say all the shit without it becoming me. like, you know, all the bullshit. my history and all that.
i got called crazy again by a potential lover.
patterns develope.
i'm sitting here wordless only choking up a sputtering a music.
i don't care if i'm crazy. what do you want? like, some calm collected girl who never scares you even a little... come on.
i want to get high, higher than high and climb way up inside my nervous system, way up inside my shivers and just let out a big fuckin sigh of relief..
holy christ.
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whoda thunk it???
whatever, then hes a pussy.
and thank you honey, youre one of the few people who are worth talking to on here.
Feeling a bit better.
Sickness, like everything else in life.....you just have to let it run its course.