hellcatjustine

I am the flame on the candle on top of the cake at the party for the end of the world.


I'm not dead, I'm only sleeping.

Each day carefully measured and calculated moments between doses.

blue pill, green pill, white pill, purple pill.


I bet I rattle when I walk.


I got a call about a job at my dad's friend's place. So now I'm waiting to hear the final decision.

Always waiting. I'm ready for that to stop.

Are we there yet?

Who moved my fucking cheese?

Now I must go in search of truth, and pointy boots.




what was I thinking?

wake the fuck up.