something to do, something to say.
oh haha
anyway, sometimes i just say nothing and with my hands on my head i say nothing is okay.
Last night in a room full of heathens, i felt like a walking corpse. My nostrils flaring and my head pounding I was looking for a reason to be so absurd. I would have loved to go with you stranger but I cannot. I'm so picky with my deadly reactions. I must have some morality left. But I think I do things just say i did it. So, here i am today, I did it. And I sat outside street corners away from the room and under the moon I cried. I sobbed hysterically for what seemed an eternity. Only because I for once voiced out loud my most defeating escapades. My most ruthless endeavors,the most agonizing complications for no reason whatsoever.
Now it makes sense when she told me i'm a glutton for punishment.
so tell me. really, really. what is on your mind?
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