going to somewhere they all call nowhere.
school mornings. the evenings. all those faces. every hour of monday through friday. trying to smile while dancing at football games. feeling a distance, when everything is really so close. running… running. still in the same place. letting go. never let go. am i living? i’ll try.
i was sick and i'm still quite unwell.
sinking to a level so ugly and deep. i want my pure strength back. i want something to make sense… xo.
i just want to feel safe and sound…
music, crappy writing, and typos. that's me.
it’s the feeling when it’s time to wake up and you go back to bed. when you’re searching for something and it was right in your hand. you deny all you love but they’re stuck in your head…. it just doesn’t make sense.
i’m starting to feel sleep is only an option these days… i mean. who needs it, right?
i’m standing in a pile of nothing… and it keeps trying to pull me in.
to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing it’s best, night and...