well you can't fly human master
When the fuck will I grow up already. I know people would say "growing up" is imaginary/overrated/bullcrap. I don't think so. The direction I'm headed is more or less ... fucked. Maybe I'm overreacting over some imaginary crap as usual. I have no idea. There is not one truly sane thought left in my head. Even my analytical, critical thoughts are messed up. They're like red apples with rotten insides falling into oblivion off the rootless tree of twisted fucken madness. Like my metaphor? I enjoy it. hahahah
I'm afraid of not getting the things I want. Things that come easily to me I don't really want. I can get most things I want through sheer manipulation of others. I feel wrong when they come to me. I'm afraid of everything. I'm afraid of having things, not having things. Living, not living. I'm really really tired. People who know something about what's going on with me just make me feel hopeless when they point out where I am.
I'll grow out of it.
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I'm starting to really miss someone I gave up on.
P.S. my eye looks so scary in that pic. hehehehe