i dont understand
my mentality.
because ive never been here
before

physically
sometimes i need seclusion.
to be free

...i dont know how he found his way back to his car...we do not have the right to die

Ms. Cowan speaking in fundamentals of voice
"if we were cannibals, i guess singers would be a delicacy since you have to work on your intercostals so much when singing. since people eating ribs are really eating external intercostal muscles"

"anditallcamecrashingdownwhenihittheenterkey"

and i want to scream
FUCK YOU
I'm killing, every fucking thing until somebody gets the fucking point, the point I'm trying to make
I lead, the mice on parade,
Down to the river of Kool Aid, and open up the flood gates
I need a barrel of Cyanide; a pile of Strychnine untill the whole damn world is dead
Start over again

im falling,
and i dont know what to say,
(as she once said)
if its between this and sleep,
then i must choose to sleep
*i melted*

you are my tragedy,
and these...
these are my ruins

while the spirit is vigilant
the body thrives

The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.
These are the only few minutes I can be human.
Just for these minutes, I don't feel lonely.