bleeding
all my sins, all my flaws, all my mistakes, all my broken promises.
hair getting thinner, creases getting deeper, bones getting weaker, vision getting blurrier.
dreams harder to fight for, wishes harder to believe in, thoughts harder to form, love harder to prove.
i tink so. lol
muscle relaxers and pain killers
LOL. fuh real, got some? ;)
no, it's called twisting and perverting purity, the ideal that life beats out of us, or pessimism and ugliness.
"growing up" is just a nice cloth to through over it to make it all seem normal, because when the whole world is wretched...
(sigh)
I should really have left the apartment today.
it's called growing up :)