I think I've reached my own. . . no, never mind

I just want to say, that I hope you have a merry christmas.  Sentimentally, I'm not sure if I care. . . I may or may not go back on the meds.

Not the words

I swear I saw those words, but I can't find them.
Where?!
Where?!
They have to be here! I. . . don't know what I'll do if i can't find them because they have to be real. I'd they're not real, if I imagined them again. . . DAmn, it may be starting again then.

With eyes half shut

I think I watch you dance, the way you do with your vocal ammunition.
Piercing my arms and my chest 'til I'm bound with your stakes of impassionate discourse.
Falling from rise to level, the way autumn robs the leaves from their cradle.
This whispering chandelier echoes the dawn of the apathetic sOcial anti conformity.
Do you belong if you're different?
What matters is that I'm here and everything is askew
Just a bit.
But enough for the oil to slip and the fires of this envical despair pillage and burn the remainder of the dry eyed demons.


I want them to rob you of your guilt.

It still hurt

It shouldn't, I'm better than this. I shouldn't care because my weaning was supposed to be therapeutic, helping. And then I didn't want that and turned and pleaded. But it still hurt. :(

It still hurt

It shouldn't, I'm better than this. I shouldn't care because my weaning was supposed to be therapeutic, helping. And then I didn't want that and turned and pleaded. But it still hurt. :(

505 by Arctic Monkeys

Please don't do this right now. This is not a good time. When do I ask, when do I plead, when am I a bitch, when do I threaten? Now, ask, when do you? And you see why I don't want to be explicit. Well, it's my life, I don't think you know, no, I know you don't. Don't you forget, this contingency is based off the concept of falsehood. One right step and it will come crumbling down, to be swallowed up in the vast river of Fate.



Careful, floor's wet.

505 by Arctic Monkeys

Please don't do this right now. This is not a good time. When do I ask, when do I plead, when am I a bitch, when do I threaten? Now, ask, when do you? And you see why I don't want to be explicit. Well, it's my life, I don't think you know, no, I know you don't. Don't you forget, this contingency is based off the concept of falsehood. One right step and it will come crumbling down, to be swallowed up in the vast river of Fate.



Careful, floor's wet.