I need something, I want to be close to and I scream, but I still don't know why I do it. Cause the sound never stays it just swells and decays, so what is the point? The truth is all that I am is a passing event that will be forgotten

I can't believe I said that out loud. The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable. But free? I don't feel free. I feel like shit.

I don't hate you. I resent you
That means I love you, but it's pointless.

I trust him about as far as I can throw him, and I don't even think I can lift him.

When your throat starts to burn & your heartbeat speeds up, when your stomach tightens & your lungs close up, when your tears rush to your eyes faster than you ever dreamed possible. That's your heart breaking.

I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it. And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it. I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me.

I hate when people see me at the store & are like "hey what are you doing here?" Im like "Oh you know, hunting elephants."

H3y wh@+$ wr0ng?
um, obviously your education.

Rumors? oh well at least you're spreading something else besides your legs.

The way it feels is like jumping headfirst into razorblades but after all i love the way it stings.