What's not gonna kill you would text you after 2 years, literally

Googling "what year is it" like a confused time traveller every week because I can never remember. ( I just slept too much, and I can't remember where I slept whose bed am I on what the date is, if it's day or night which wall am i facing)

And when you play guitar I listen to the strings buzz, the metal vibrates underneath your fingers

Moments before disaster

Do you really want this for the rest of your life?

The other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by, the other woman will spend her life alone.

I need to get alcohol poisoning once I'm done w exams

I be like ‘ need some alone time', and then I disappear for ages like an absent father who went to get milk.

Atp my life feels like one long ass alone time in my coffin and some days I try to connect with mortal humans for a change.

And if I break
Could I go on break?
Be back in my room
Writin' speeches in my head
Listenin' to the thousand hands
That clap for me in the dark.

I can go on a walk 'a lone' in the dark because i don't exist

Hear me out. What if I start having an actual opinion instead of blindfoldly agreeing with others? What is this? a cult?

When you feel you're doing everything wrong but it's too late to back down and fix it so you just gotta keep going and repeat the same mistakes<<

I have to say weird stuff or I'll die.

i hate people that act like having morals is a bad thing; why do I have to explain to you why you should care about other people

sorry I bawled my eyes out while trying to communicate. that wasn't very tattoos, black clothes, dark hair, maneater of me

"slut era" i say to myself while massaging my head worried about how im going to succeed academically and make it out sane