I Hope You Run With Scissors...
What do I feel is the scariness of being an adult, being alone in this big huge loft with so many CDs and plastic bags and magazines and pairs of dirty socks and dirty plates on the floor I can't even see the floor. I'm sure that I have nowhere to run, that I cant even walk anywhere without tripping and falling way down, and I know I want out of this mess. I want out. The bleeding memory of youth and innocence. Fast Foward to place of routine. You want to stay but you can't, and when you do you wish you hadn't. What I do know is that however tough the times ahead might be I will remember now to forever be my gauge. Hate is baggage. Life is too short to be pissed off all the time, it's just not worth it. Breath it out and be freed.
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