Why can't I shake this feeling of melancholy? What's worse is when it turns to a sickening loathing. Perhaps its the weather. Ha. Or maybe blaming shit on the weather is a cop-out.
Today was productive. Inside my skull was messy and unhinged, but the rest of the world was cooperative.
I know I am too hard on myself, and I am taking that into...
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Today was productive. Inside my skull was messy and unhinged, but the rest of the world was cooperative.
I know I am too hard on myself, and I am taking that into...
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If my heart weren't trapped inside my ribs, it would surely be splattered on the walls. The blood red would stand out against the teal paint and drip enthusiasm in staining streaks. I've wanted this for so long. This skin is quite comfortable, after all. This solid ground is good for maintaining balance. Its all terribly refreshing...so I think I'll breathe it in.
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