There's so much in my head and it's all colliding and all I can hear is pounding and static and buzzing and run-on sentences. I am a fuck up and I always will be. My fuck-ups may vary in intensity, but hey it's what I do. I would really like to drink into oblivion if I hadn't woken up so hungover.
Ever been to a haunted house or an obstacle house or something that has those huge blow up punching bag type things that press in on you from every direction? No? Well anyway...I'm feeling lonely in a crowded room, claustrophobic in an open field, and just perpetually plunging to my death, except the death part never comes.
Shit is BLEAK.
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