(no subject)
No matter how much I accomplish in school
or how far I get away from home
or write,
or draw,
or paint,
or create,
or how many piercings I get,
how many beers or shots I drink, or cigarettes I smoke,
I still find myself driving at high speeds at ungodly hours of the night
And screaming my fucken head off until I lose my voice.
And I have no idea why.
or how far I get away from home
or write,
or draw,
or paint,
or create,
or how many piercings I get,
how many beers or shots I drink, or cigarettes I smoke,
I still find myself driving at high speeds at ungodly hours of the night
And screaming my fucken head off until I lose my voice.
And I have no idea why.