vacant.

[iceicekatie]

scenery is just spinning around me & spitting in my face. an eight hour drive & i come home with arms full of feelings, spilling over the sides & dropping to the floor in front of my feet. furrowed brow, ripped up chest. flashbacks of counting them out, lining them up, forming a sad face out of them on my bathroom floor. my head is hungry but my belly's empty. let's cross our little fingers & hope it stays that way. the deja vu fairy might pay us all our underthepillow visits to a knockdowndragoutsteamypitsofhell permenant hiatus. i hope you arent catching on by now.

i've been here.



low. low, low, low.