I get scared too.
Feels so good, admitting that.
Side note : you hate me. You will. Don't let me in, because you will regret it. I'm a monster that feeds on guilting gaits.
All the small things pinch my memory like tiny, nerf bullets that hurt, contrary to popular belief.
I will let you down. I will fail you. Doesn't matter, you'll fall anyway. Ee love to watch rainbows across burning skies. Because we love to see things fall apart.
Don't come here again, I don't want you to be my collateral.
But you will anyway. Won't you? You're reminiscing right now, or are you thinking, "who the fuck is he/she?" "God has she taken her meds?" Or just that classic, "is she depressed?" No. My love. I am just me. Don't label me like an imbecile. You can call out an alcoholic but how will you label this complex , mind baffling and indifferent machine. That is indigenous to pain?
:) you can't. But I bet my college savings you will try to anyway.
- I’ll tell you when I know
- JoinedNovember 23, 2016