"suffers from dormant wrist"

I fear that my nails will disappear into my fingers. I hope they do, I'm in some dire need of entertainment.

no longer ill at ease. it's boring -- it's pathetic even -- i need to get into some trouble with the law.
stop tracking me stop changing me.

you're not that great of a singer but your voice is intriguing.

I haven't thought of you in days except for right now! It makes me happy!

I wonder if this is the reason I write. So that no one tries to help me because they can't interpret what I'm saying. and i speak in fragments and phrases because it's appropriate. it's how i think.

iwishiwerentalwayswrong

i shut that gate on him.

i thought I would have something to write upon coming here but it doesn't appear so.

soaking in the music, trying to keep this feeling of indifference for as long as I can.
it's nicer than sadness, it's better than those spikes of pure joy that last mere seconds
and still i would rather feel this nothingness

I have already met the love of my life but we are not realizing yet
and there is someone in this world with eyes further apart than mine

"when i grow up I want to be nothing at all"

"hey" easy for you to say "i don't know, i think I'm in love with him."
and I'm sorry is no excuse for what I've done.

i'm a monster but I love it.