excuse me for being hysterical
The temperature, the sunshine, and I'm back-to-last-semester; god-save-us-all. I simply can't do it.
All of a sudden I'm crying for no reason, and so fucking weary of being the same goddamn person for nineteen years. Sometimes I know that if I don't wake up different, I'll wake up dead. Apparently the things I know are mostly wrong.
They call to me, you know. Stashed in the closet, and I don't know if I want to start the madness all over again. Ylse whispers, quiet as torture, that it's already begun.
All of a sudden I'm crying for no reason, and so fucking weary of being the same goddamn person for nineteen years. Sometimes I know that if I don't wake up different, I'll wake up dead. Apparently the things I know are mostly wrong.
They call to me, you know. Stashed in the closet, and I don't know if I want to start the madness all over again. Ylse whispers, quiet as torture, that it's already begun.