Chill out, whatchu yellin for
I kind of miss the basement. I really miss alot of shit. I hate now. I love then.
So the past few days or weeks or whatever... y'know. Easter was really fun and amazing. Ratatat. Stuff. I really do love my house, or "Emily's house" as the kids like to call it. It's mine when I'm stoned and alone and crying in my room, and that's what counts.
It seems so silly when people ask me how I am, how I've been. Because there's no way they actually want to know. I feel so awkward, I don't even know what to say. How am I? How have I been? I am alone and angry and miserable. I have been alone and angry and miserable everyday for the past however many months. I'm okay when I'm okay, but sooner or later it always goes back to me sobbing wildly and falling apart. I cry all the time. Multiple times a day, every day. For months. That's how I am. That's how I've been.
I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I just keep going, day to day, pausing every few hours or so to bawl my eyes out.
So the past few days or weeks or whatever... y'know. Easter was really fun and amazing. Ratatat. Stuff. I really do love my house, or "Emily's house" as the kids like to call it. It's mine when I'm stoned and alone and crying in my room, and that's what counts.
It seems so silly when people ask me how I am, how I've been. Because there's no way they actually want to know. I feel so awkward, I don't even know what to say. How am I? How have I been? I am alone and angry and miserable. I have been alone and angry and miserable everyday for the past however many months. I'm okay when I'm okay, but sooner or later it always goes back to me sobbing wildly and falling apart. I cry all the time. Multiple times a day, every day. For months. That's how I am. That's how I've been.
I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I just keep going, day to day, pausing every few hours or so to bawl my eyes out.