I need to breathe this out someway, somehow.
Date: May 23rd, 2008 7:47:28 am - Subscribe
Mood: queasy
Ah yes.
The age of Seventeen, Becoming Eighteen. Into a women. I feel like such a child sometimes. Then again, I'm really connected to my inner child. Sun is finally here, more and more each day. Not sure what to make of it lately. The heat, My birthday is in 3 months.
Life in itself.
The intensity is killing me
overwhelming back breaking me
These pills are doing too little, too much
For my unstaining mind. And this time seems to be going by so goddamn fast, The time that is slow, Highs and lows.
Although I find myself in verdigo. Standing still, but spinning; ill. The good ones never last for long, Wailing in the spring rain. Folks that never stay, never stay long, never fucking stay sane.
Fuck the lust, Fuck the love, Fuck the drugs and the powder, as my best friend is stiffing up her nose. This blows. From the second she brings him to her mouth. The blow it which she demands her indulges.
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tron - May 24th, 2008 |
