pandasloth

There once was a time, when everything was wonderful! No, scratch that, that is a blatant lie. .. how many lies? How many memories are .. as such untrue.. I feel like I've lost/am losing my mind, my past, my memories, dreams, etc. I'm constructing new ones... but I feel like I've built on top of the old ones so much, that they have warped under all their weight. I have a looking glass, fish eyed self image, and history. It bends, and twists, and is infact, lie.
All lie, and confusion. I am confused. Questioning, "Are there answers?"

Are there? I cant fathom any.

Perhaps I merely need to sleep it off.

Im being overly dramatic, i think it makes things seem more important.. makes it all feel more real. more real than life feels. im detached..

what the hell kind of chicken is this? >



where did all the love for life and energy for realizing my dreams go?

maybe that chicken ate it...

bad chicken.