is this love? or is this simply turmoil at its best.
crackle. pop. you were always the best at lying to me.
I think i am speaking to someone invisible because there is no one person that does all this to me at the same time at the same intensity for the same duration. and goddamn that was a run on sentence but I really don't care about that. I want my emotions back. I wish I could join you but the pills are fucking me up. The others make me worse, the others make me worse.
how long will it be till I can't carry on? and the minutes move so slowly, and I feel so empty.
s y s c
t o a r
a u d e
r a
v t
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r
e
this world isn't good enough for me. it's simply better.
s l o w. fastfastfastfastfastfast
Let me be lonely and I'll savor the rest and the best till last and the best till last
