I probably Shouldn't Save This.
my whole life the trains been leaving. and everything is noir. absolutely everything. the loves i fall into. the wreck it all becomes. and moving wont save me or it or this. only irony and bitterenss. can you feel it? you left time quite awhile ago so that's why you sit i sit we both sit in shit. it's funny how accuracy and contentment play nothing in true life. not real we all know what's real. but even reality is fleeting. bullshit i know but we both know "real" is a lie because it's too godamned subjective. im gonna go have a cigarette.