(no subject)
things are so twisted.
i got what i wanted, now i want to die.
and not in a
everything-is-now-complete
kind of way.
more of a
lets-get-it-over-with-before-somebody-else-does
kind of way.
my stomach is a constant knot that is fuelled by disgust for you, hatred for me, and excitement in us.
my written journal is slowly but surely becoming my best friend.
i got what i wanted, now i want to die.
and not in a
everything-is-now-complete
kind of way.
more of a
lets-get-it-over-with-before-somebody-else-does
kind of way.
my stomach is a constant knot that is fuelled by disgust for you, hatred for me, and excitement in us.
my written journal is slowly but surely becoming my best friend.