~~I Wrote The Gospel On Giving Up~~
i fucking lost my fucking voice!
and when i talk i squeak
i sound like a fucking crack whore
wtf is this?
the only real reason im going to school 2morrow
is cuz i [[and storm]] been planning something
big
my lack of happy around this time of year
has come again:
the cold
makes me bitter
the lights
makes it hard to see
the songs
make me sick
the fakeness
gives me nightmares
the colors
makes me dizzy
and
the loneliness
kills me.
i once heard that wishes do come true on holiday
then...
why did mine
get taken away?