cancer of the thoughts. you're always thinking about changing things. now you've got a headache from all the quiet noise,
haze. head pressed against the glass of the window, barely comfortable but isolated easily. observer with no plans. "this is not going to work out." did you plan on it?
just looking for my match. just looking. not buying.
"i can hardly stand living but i'm afraid to die."
when did it get like this.
I don't write much from the heart nowadays. severed the vein that runs through my body from brain to heart. they don't work like they used to.
dirty and down. eastcoast happiness can't really be called happiness.
this all looks wrong. i want to erase everything.