The lyricI just made her more interesting"
just breaks my heart.
I need updates.
Twenty Below. "without you next to me, it feels like twenty below" without your guiding hand, I don't know where to go. "just wait and you'll see you're everything I want"Twenty Below.
Secondhand Fantasy "Can you imagine us going out?" I start to picture it. As soon as I do, I think of all the many times before that I had imagined the same thing. So much so that the fantasy is already worn out. The image is colorless, the lines smudged and everything a gray and off-white color. It doesn't seem possible anymore. It's lost it's appeal and meaning. The small desire-filled tug of desperation on my heart isn't there this time around. As the faded movie plays on behind my eyes, I see myself smiling and kissing you softly, and I don't wish to be that girl that's in love with you and seems tSecondhand Fantasy
Nostalgia is a sickness. Grounding: the end of all teenage existence. We become stuck in the one place where we try to escape from every day. Well, in my case, anyway. I guess my mom had some sort of point, though: she wanted me to just sit and reflect on my life. But if you know me at all, you know I do that, anyway, but you know parents: ...they're parents.Nostalgia is a sickness.
I spent the day on autopilot; In between the lectures, I would just walk, sleep, cry or watch t.v. As I was walking into my kitchen, I thought about the day before. About how I had
glittering, struggling.i.glittering, struggling.
"i am going to make every person
around me as happy as i can,"
i bravely declare.
"you should get a job," you offer,
and i draw a heart on a whiskey bottle and say that making people happy is my new job.
"you should get a paying job," you clarify, and i fill the whiskey bottle with glitter and kiss you until it doesn't matter anymore.
you don't need money if you're
dead.
iii.
i tell you that i'm going to leave because even if it hurts now, it will
eventually make you happy, and
you refu
SLAMSweet sixteen… It’s not so sweet to me Am I supposed to feel any different?SLAM
I mean, it’s my god-forsaken To forsake him, right? I’ve got the rest of my years to repent
So I will smoke, I will drink I will sin, Oh, I will sin
These drags are much too euphoric These shots too historic, I am leaving my mark- My mark on a life no one will remember, And as my sight gets hazy, And these nights more crazy Who cares? Do you care? ‘cause I sure as hell don’t.
V O R T E X
Tired
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