What if you were on the fence about yourself? What if you couldn't even trust your own self... That you were That out_of_control, or like, we all found out, we actually have no control, like some strange virus that corrupted all our minds; like addictions we hate, but have no control over.
What if, we came to the realization our minds are not our own all along; what if "like" "Love" and "feel" are all untrue, and we are caught in a terrible vicious cycle that we only wake from momentarily~ long enough to see our own doom, tied to the spinning-wheel, which is briefly raised up above the clouds, to reveal the orange and pink glow of the sunset, only to be dragged back down through the black storm clouds, and our own numbed false-reality? You can't even recognize when you're surrounded by the storm.
Gay.. its gay.
I'm sorry, but brushing your teeth in the shower is just gross... esp. if u spit there too... ugh...
A collage of thoughts~ That's what I'm shooting for. But I also want to have a weekly-breakdown. I really don't see myself updating this Faithfully every day~ but I DO promise this: Every week will be documented at least once, and if not every day, then that just means I'm gonna have a fun-Assss week's worth of writing to break down by the end of the week~ : S
There's no Salvation.~ I am your saviour, and you are mine.
I'd cry for you, but I'm saving my tears for that inevitable Global-drought.
You look like a douche.
I hate messy people, or people who have no decency or self-respect.
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