|Current mood:|| contemplative|
|Current music:||placebo :: special needs|
remember me when you're the one you always dreamed...
i'm thinking of shipping myself to london to get out of here. and honestly, i am not joking. i'm becoming more and more frustrated as the days go by. things collapsing. i need to change and yet i can't. stagnancy grows in, right beneath your skin and starts becoming a part of you, inside every cell... accustomed to every flaw and fuck-up possible... becoming machine. i feel so tired and yet i know i won't sleep. the fuck is wrong with me? i don't know anything anymore... i'm going to make another new s/n for the hell of it. i don't know why scarling isn't appealing anymore. scars. scars are bad, bad things...
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