(no subject)
remember me, journal? remember the way i decided to escape myself and ran in circles trying to find a better form of indecision? remember how i confirmed that i would never again speak in nonsense? i remember and i lied. i lied with my eyes open and my hands down, lied with a smile and a heart full of broken arteries that bled for nothing.
i lied and i missed my journal and missed my security and realized i have always been the same and i will always be.
give a girl a gun and she'll shoot her face off.
bang.