beauty, crack up, sorry......
I want to be alone. Fisher price syndrome. I want to sit alone in my stuffy fucking room with its five hundred curtains blocking out the world, and just talk to myself. Last night I actually packed my bags to catch the first train to the beach, so I could just spin around in the water and let my eyeliner run. Then I remembered I have no money.
Everything that seemed so vital, and so extreme is so dead.
my heart is so tired, I have the worst chest pains. My muscle cramp up and ache. I have weird nightmares about people I love betraying me.
My mom is finally talking to me again, and instead of it being what I expected it to be, it just hurts even more.
YOU MAKE MY STOMACH HURT SO BAD.
I'm no good, I'm no good, I'm no good. Can't you tell that its well understood????
this is the price you pay.......sweetness...dollface.