rxqueen

its 10pm est. the stars hid behind clouds that the human eye cannot distinguish from the black sky. my street is quiet but the other streets are alive with orange lights, curiosity and violence.

i'm stuck inside these four walls with bruised skin and dried blood in my hair. left alone to let my mind eat away at it self. asking stupid questions. thinking stupid thoughts. thinking. thinking. thinking.
too much of anything is never good.

[edited to delete half of this. i felt like too much like a loser ]

fuck being bipolar. fuck people who run red lights.
fuck part time friends. fuck being left alone when all you really need is a shoulder to cry on.
fuck it all.

i'm gonna listen to the mix tape i made before and dance around like the crazy bitch i am.
if anyone wants to join me, i'll be in my room.