it may be a little scary
I feel posessed. Straight jackets were made for little girls like me. Confusion leads to insanity and insanity leads to violence. Whether directed towards life or death always seems unclear when you live under a streetlight. But God knows I feel like I could vomit. And I should. I'm disgusted with myself. It's either my repetative nature or my self-mutilation. Always one or both digging my hole deeper. Get it out of me. And as of late there seems no cure at all. Because every word I write comes out like shit and every action I take regresses my position closer and closer to the edge of some forgotten ravine too deep to see in daylight. I just need to think and to move and to sit and to clear my mind. Walking contradiction would be an understatement and a contradiction within itself. I always find it funny that you don't need to make sense to get the point across. I'm pissed off, and I'm confused. That's easy to see. But fuck you if you think you know why - I don't even know and I'll be damned if I let you find out before I do.
Ignore me. I am an asshole.