Listening to: Veda- The Falling Kind
Feeling: rejuvenated
Hold me now I need to feel complete
Like I matter to the one I need
His disease rolls off my tongue, and I catch myself in his persona. I grew another shell to elude in my circumstance. SILENCE.
I can't say I'm sorry. I've lost my conscience. Everything feels like it has good intentions attached to its forced fed mistakes.
And I want it all.
Pretty faces left marks under my skin.
The only person I can ever kill, is myself.
uoy evol i
your words are always so pretty, even if they do hurt, sometimes.
it may be that to this person who says that everyone thinks she's happy, her cat is everyone.
but then again her cat doesn't care.
i don't know. i'm tired of it, though. oh well.