| Current mood: |  sad |
| Current music: | Boy Sets Fire // Fashion As A Weapon |
i dont even know... i wish someone could tell me.
cold uncontrollably sad and unable to let it go.
cold uncontrollably sad and unable to let it go.
I can't put myself in a position where i know i will probably end up being hurt.
oops, too late.
so now i'm waiting.
the figurative sense of a person with a noose around their neck waiting for someone to kick the chair out.
but that wouldn't be so bad, because you know once it happens everything will be done, and fine.
when this happens, everything will just get worse.
it's the ice that happens to be running thick through my jaded veins, it's the slow rip that must be traveling down the center of my heart... it's the tornado of thoughts ripping through my mind.... it's something i just cant handle right now.
i dont even fucking know her that well... but it's that feeling.
that one that tells you, even before you become close, that it will work.
but this time i don't think it will work...
i think i made a mistake....
how does it feel baby, your first coffin?
i don't know why i fucking do this to myself and everyone else... i'm not just fucking with me here, i'm fucking with 2 other individuals, and on top of that 2 other individuals relationship.
theres a bright light right around the bend, i can see it bathe me in a flourescent glow so monstrous and final.
someone please acknowledge me, whatever it takes for you to love me.... fill me full of shame... just let me be a part...
please.... just love me
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