writing...
last night was unreal, the night crashed around the one thing I'd hope was constant. not worried about the blood flowing from my mouth, just the failure I've let out. my blood didn't want to stay in this body I've shamed, except it's you who I let down more than myself. Time ensues, make some change, cross my heart, end this day. I'm playing myself, should I take on a new role? my characters not good enough, ten thousand mirror images of everything i've never done right. Won't you tell me I'm doing ok?