Excuse me.
Sorry, is my existence in your way?
Oh, god I hate this feeling. Downward rush of the rollercoaster, my brain glued to the back of my skull, the force of it all clearing my head and covering my eyes. The only thing that makes us live through this time and again is that we know there's no way out of it. Or is there?
I read a book once that said that to be truly free you had to go against everything you ever wanted. If I knew what I wanted I might do just that. Shave my head. Tattoo my entire face. I don't know though, I've been through all of these options before. Once, it was what I wanted. I guess that's sort of the idea of suicide. Going against the basic instinct of survival. Escapung the requirements.
Losing touch with reality. Conversations never started. Constantly hanging over my head is that one threat. It's not like it used to be, it it.
Have I really changed? I mean, I know I have, but I think, maybe, it's only temporary. I think that's how it's been before, but maybe it's just my warped perception. I'm biased.
Oh, god I hate this feeling. Downward rush of the rollercoaster, my brain glued to the back of my skull, the force of it all clearing my head and covering my eyes. The only thing that makes us live through this time and again is that we know there's no way out of it. Or is there?
I read a book once that said that to be truly free you had to go against everything you ever wanted. If I knew what I wanted I might do just that. Shave my head. Tattoo my entire face. I don't know though, I've been through all of these options before. Once, it was what I wanted. I guess that's sort of the idea of suicide. Going against the basic instinct of survival. Escapung the requirements.
Losing touch with reality. Conversations never started. Constantly hanging over my head is that one threat. It's not like it used to be, it it.
Have I really changed? I mean, I know I have, but I think, maybe, it's only temporary. I think that's how it's been before, but maybe it's just my warped perception. I'm biased.