it gets to a point when there isn't enough alcohol, drugs or distractions in the world to keep yourself safe from yourself. There's a time when your fear and loathing are more than your best friend....you wear it like an extra layer of skin. When you just can't bleed your emotions dry is when you know something or nothing is missing. Maybe from another being or maybe in your own, but something is definately not right. The depression turns into cliche. The cliche turns into boredom. The boredom turns into anxiety. The anxiety becomes anger. Anger is my bully. He wants my milk-money, he wants my happiness, he wants me right where he has me. With my heart on my sleeve and "loser" on my face.
these internet crushes need to die
these internet crushes need to die