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- "Baby, I'm an Anarchist" - Against Me! I haven't been here in a month. Beautiful words escape me lately. Creativity has been covered by stomach aches and too much sleep. This morning I watched the sun rise from a slive of window that the sheet couldn't cover. It wasn't beautiful or awe inspiring, it was "Why the fuck am I awake?" Nothing is what it used to be and it never will be. I miss everything and everything and I want to go back in time and relive moments that were so amazing then yet forgotten now. I start working on Monday. This is not a step towards adulthood, it is a step towards my demise. I'm ready for this life to be over. |
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