why am i so pathetic
Crackling, snapping into pieces like something so brittle and temporary. The spinning motion that envelopes my mind is dizzying and tilts me to the right. The shattered remnants of something faded slosh around in the pit of my stomach like liquid razorblades. Osmosis hardens into something evil and pushes them out through the places you used to trace your fingertips across. Nothing can really be taken at it's face value anymore. Everything contains a menacing double meaning.
I want it all to end.
I want it all to end.