quasi_sean

So I cannot find a way to scream out loud all the ways I hurt and want to express the things that make me cry as I drag myself across the carpet totally aware of all the burns that I'm leaving on my legs and face even as I get into the bathtub that is way too hot and causing more burns, and maybe I pass out getting those caramel visions of passive things past reading novels in minutes and forgetting all that isn't important and burping and vomiting Leather and Lace even tho it's horribly beautiful why don't I slit my wrists when I'm drinking at 9 o' clock? Sweetness, you made my make-up so beautiful that I could actually stand to look at myself in those crack and jagged mirrors for more than a few seconds at a time...you made me something more than just a random fuck buddy, a body attached to a cock...but had a brain thru which these sad words were conceived and my brain was on fire before I crawled from the bathtub and fell to my knees and hugged the bookshelves.