I'm so upset its making me physically ill, to the point were I think I might vomit. I'm mentally exhausted....
I want to soak my brain in alcohol and wring out the thoughts, like dirty water from a sponge.
I want to curl up in the arms of some large, ambiguous, warm, dark body.
I want to fall into the center of the earth.
I want to know how it feels to see my lifes blood drain from my body and know that eventually, I will be free from the burden of thought.
Time can only tell and each minute is slicing deeper into my heart. I don't know what to do and I feel incredibly lost right now. I've never been in love with anyone before, I'm twenty-six, and I know how rare it is. ..
It's very late but I don't want to sleep to bring forth the next day. Still, I can't stay awake because that will do me in...
My heart is shattered and alI I want is for the pieces to be stomped out of existence.
Mostly I want to destroy something
Time has slowed down, like when I used to drop acid and the unbearable became eternal. I didn't know it could be like this. I feel like such a chump, a sucker, a failure...
Nothin like bourbon for breakfast
I want to soak my brain in alcohol and wring out the thoughts, like dirty water from a sponge.
I want to curl up in the arms of some large, ambiguous, warm, dark body.
I want to fall into the center of the earth.
I want to know how it feels to see my lifes blood drain from my body and know that eventually, I will be free from the burden of thought.
Time can only tell and each minute is slicing deeper into my heart. I don't know what to do and I feel incredibly lost right now. I've never been in love with anyone before, I'm twenty-six, and I know how rare it is. ..
It's very late but I don't want to sleep to bring forth the next day. Still, I can't stay awake because that will do me in...
My heart is shattered and alI I want is for the pieces to be stomped out of existence.
Mostly I want to destroy something
Time has slowed down, like when I used to drop acid and the unbearable became eternal. I didn't know it could be like this. I feel like such a chump, a sucker, a failure...
Nothin like bourbon for breakfast
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Nobody does. They just pack other things in there. It's like mud in a wound (from a weapon whose name escapes me at this time) in the grimy Vietnamese jungle. Even though it doesn't help the healing process, it at least blocks the oxygen, suffocating the wound, so it can't burn anymore.