cross post
i'm leaving, disconnecting myself.
no worries. no confusion.
just utter sensibility.
this friday i'm going to see where the asphalt takes me.
no holds bound, only apathy towards everything i'll be leaving behind.
which isn't much of anything to begin with...
i guess it's what i do best, fuck things up then run away.
hide my face so no one can see how badly i've hurt myself.
everything i love gets torn away from me in the end,
except now, i've cut it to the chase. i have the strangest feeling i won't be missed...
i'll be back sooner or later. preferably later, but i still have school and work holding me in the area. i'm not telling you this for your sympathy, i'm saying it for my own sake.
no worries. no confusion.
just utter sensibility.
this friday i'm going to see where the asphalt takes me.
no holds bound, only apathy towards everything i'll be leaving behind.
which isn't much of anything to begin with...
i guess it's what i do best, fuck things up then run away.
hide my face so no one can see how badly i've hurt myself.
everything i love gets torn away from me in the end,
except now, i've cut it to the chase. i have the strangest feeling i won't be missed...
i'll be back sooner or later. preferably later, but i still have school and work holding me in the area. i'm not telling you this for your sympathy, i'm saying it for my own sake.