Bored out of my mind.
Sorry I've been skipping updates. Haven't been feeling myself lately and can't write like myself anymore anyway.
Been practicing my 'I don't care' face in the mirror lately.
"Fuck you. You're replaceable. You never really mattered, I never really needed you. Don't think you're above this. Don't pretend you know when you know you don't. Leave. Get out. You wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat."
Do I have it down yet?
Starting to get this first time feeling that maybe everyone gets first time feelings.
Maybe everyone feels this way and that's why there's so much homocide.
Abortion rape and necromantics.
No, there wasn't supposed to be a comma between abortion and rape.
If I had the option of seeing me slit my throat and sticking around for a few days, I'd take it.
Yes, yes I would.
I have no sense of time or direction.
Sick of waiting for new bands to make new music.
Drift drift drift.
So you think you know how they live in Tokyo?
Used to love that song.
My room is such a mess, things scattered all over the floor and I don't even have sheets on my bed.
So sick of labels and paranoia.
Not that the two are related, anyway.
I have lots of resentment built up.
Wonder why the word 'resentment' always reminds me of my mother.
And maybe it reminds me of you a little, too.
I wish you would smile at me again like you used to.
I want you to be okay and best wishes for you always.
Love the way no matter what you're feeling or how crazy you may be, I can press my lips to that spot next to your ear and just sing to you and you'll close your eyes and drift off.
Am I your comfort zone?
I want to be.
I want you to need me because no one else does. How pathetic is that?
Been singing Bulls In Brooklyn like it's my theme song to you. It kind of is.
Hate how we fight, can't we be happy?
Or is that too much to ask for?
Am I asking too many questions for your pretty head to keep up with?
Shut up, go to sleep don't make a sound keep quiet like I've got this barrel of gasoline ready for you, precious.
Sometimes I think I'm too sadistic. Maybe that's just me.
Xo.
