im ripping my eyes out......
Dear Mr. Claus,
im fucking spent. These days grow old and tiresome, they run into to each other and overlap the day into the night. Sleep seems like a temporary escape. The blur of faces i come across, and the stale taste of everyones bullshit facades mix. They become my daily bread, feeding me silently.
P.S. santa... i want to have all my friends back for christmas... make me 16 again.
im fucking spent. These days grow old and tiresome, they run into to each other and overlap the day into the night. Sleep seems like a temporary escape. The blur of faces i come across, and the stale taste of everyones bullshit facades mix. They become my daily bread, feeding me silently.
P.S. santa... i want to have all my friends back for christmas... make me 16 again.