There’s always something.
No matter where I go, who I’m with, or what I’m doing, in the back of my head there’s something. It ruins everything. I’m always alone.
I want to be wanted.
I sit here all day.
Wanting you.
Wanting you to want me too.
I see the snow with my eyes but I don’t believe it’s really there.
I can feel the cold but how can it already be winter?
I’m stuck in time while the world goes by around me.
I scream but you can’t hear me.
You don’t want to hear me, you’ve moved on.
“ You’re the reason why people should have to take tests before they’re allowed to have children ”
Judge Judy
Trapped in a house.
Trapped in another house.
And then another one.
When you see someone die do you die with them?
Are the memories of everything that’s happened since then real memories? Can you touch them?
I’m frozen in time and I can’t forgive the people around me.
I can’t be real again until I learn how to get rid of my grudges.
I can’t trust the people I need to trust.
I can’t trust myself.
Picture almost related.
Thoughts (2).
Do you know what it’s like to be trapped inside your head for hours and hours in a panic? You know- you probably do.
Last year today was probably one of the best days of my life.
Fuck.
This is fucking stupid. I erased everything I had to say.
Bored.
