I am jittery like always, thoughts racing, head pounding.
miss that, miss that, miss that, miss you, miss us.
fuck, and that's all I feel.
we are useless words, the word "useless" popping up everywhere, and unashamed and proud and all that. and i'm freaking out and i want to cry, I want to scream I want to do all those things I see in books in magazines in love and lovers of it. my ideas of humanity are off and that's fine by me just as long as you keep it down
"maybe yr just like me
maybe noone is" (wentz from wherever)
and it rings true after all because i can only quote things I didn't do but make sense, it makes sense, it all makes sense in the end.
and it never goes, never ever until i die, which at this rate is not far off
save me
