i'm figuring out
that you and me?
we go together.
we go together like
a fifth of vodka and
a handful of sleeping pills. like
a nuclear bomb and
a big, read button. like
a shotgun and
years and years and years of
some slowly poisonous melencholy.

like waking up for the first time, just to realize you've been sleeping all the while.... thats how it feels... like a first breath after the coma...

Out of everything, I am my own greatest source of frustration. Standards set are impractical, yet persistence suits my stubborn side. Too quick to hypothesize relations, i'll drown in my securities.

Recluse?

motivational tip of the day:
find reasons to not fucking kill yourself

merry christmas.....


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i wonder how much my heart is worth....

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last night i dreamt that somebody loved me