zafrina

I had a battle with two spiders today that crawled out of my rainboots... they liked the dark and I harshly yanked them into the light, its like how I feel every time the sun rises. Night time is my time. I crawl into my rainboot, aka my bed, and listen to music and hope that when I wake up it'll all be better and I won't be so fucking nuts, my best friends won't be going through so much shit, my mom will be better and my dad won't be so dissapointed in me. Ever feel like your head is spinning around like that crazy girls that vomits pea soup? Mine has been spinning for a month now. It just keeps going.

At the carnival they always tell you to pick a prize when you win. Pink, Blue, Purple, or Green? Which bag do you want? You pick the Pink one yoru friend picks the Blue, you realize the mistake you've made once she pulls out a rad crinckle straw and you pull out a ninja throwing star. She uses hers to suck up the moisture left over from a night of amazing **** [fill in the blank] while you use yours to hold up the local supermarket for a bottle of cheap wine and nyquil. These days its either the wine or your wrists... the soul or the heart. Pick your poison cause in the end if you don't someone eles will. Lets keep playing on the playground and maybe we will all end up kids again. Maybe.

I promise I am not crazy. Just unbalanced and trapted in an appartment with no art supplies. I want to color on my white wall and take up the minimum space I have.