I would rather have a punctured lung Than waste my breath on you.

I found salvation at the bottom of a bottle and he found it under my sheets. Oh well. All i wanted from this life was my own personal ocean, forest and sunshine. Im not wrapped up in anything, anyone, i think this is what stresses me out most. My head is so cluttered that it is malfunctioning and misinterpreting information. Forgetting ideas. Hating every single fucking pair of eyes i see. It was only about a month ago when i sat down and realized, hey, I can do all the things i felt bad for doing when i loved you. Like not coming home for a few days, Getting in a car and driving, Not washing my hair, Not sleeping. Im just bored and don't know what the fuck to do with myself, Something to eat up my time (a job, school..obviously) FUccckkckentkerhnyyoigrankieory
The only words in my vocabulary, destroy everything. hate everything. start again. start again. start again. i want you.