What?
Spent Wednesday partying all day,
just got home and it would already have been considered yesterday.
Time will always go too fast for me; melting away...
I wish I could just hold onto it.
Assignments due over the course of summer have been on my schedule, and my mind,
but I haven't started any until just yesterday.
Daily education will resume in the course of a few days, but my social schedule remains full anyway.
Time will always go too fast for me; melting away...
I wish I could just soar through it, without this.
Constant diligence of image in a crowd of people, happiness remains afloat.
Constant vigilance in the sanctity of my home, against my own thoughts.
Fuck you and your insecure defenses, you pathetic, sorry, bullshitting sons of bitches. The day will come where your glossy laminate face will melt away with the realization of your own desperate attempts at self-satisfaction, with the torment and destruction of everyone that is not you, and is you.
Bitches...get stitches.
Excitement is one of two things I've always wanted, which is easy to embrace, through people and through my endeavors into the artistic mind.
But love is the second of the two I've always wished for, but could never...find.
just got home and it would already have been considered yesterday.
Time will always go too fast for me; melting away...
I wish I could just hold onto it.
Assignments due over the course of summer have been on my schedule, and my mind,
but I haven't started any until just yesterday.
Daily education will resume in the course of a few days, but my social schedule remains full anyway.
Time will always go too fast for me; melting away...
I wish I could just soar through it, without this.
Constant diligence of image in a crowd of people, happiness remains afloat.
Constant vigilance in the sanctity of my home, against my own thoughts.
Fuck you and your insecure defenses, you pathetic, sorry, bullshitting sons of bitches. The day will come where your glossy laminate face will melt away with the realization of your own desperate attempts at self-satisfaction, with the torment and destruction of everyone that is not you, and is you.
Bitches...get stitches.
Excitement is one of two things I've always wanted, which is easy to embrace, through people and through my endeavors into the artistic mind.
But love is the second of the two I've always wished for, but could never...find.