it's like the last part of something big. the magic moment.
there is a priest in our church who has secrets in his eyes.
I'm never okay with being me.
this is all supposed to read profound but I guess you never really got it. or atleast took it the wrong way.
I am looking forward to being healed in new york. the dirty elegance the city holds under layers of musty grime. like a medical leave to neverland. the mental healing all just comes in the travel package.
I want to kill my self image.