The atmosphere of friday night: Bar filled with smoke, screams, broken glass. People dancing and confessing. Making decisions, saying words that they’ll regret in the haze of a hangover. This is where I find peace. Under the influence I find you kneeled beside me -crying. I hardly remember the details, it’s a blur. I should hate you. I should ignore you. You’re a coward and I...
Repeat it: What’s forsaken, I do not need What’s forsaken, I do not need What’s forsaken I do not need I need new people
I feel strength when I can go about, not talking about it. Am I strong or weak for not acknowledging it? Maybe I’m just letting go Fuck, did I just caught myself writing about it?
My mother always said that lovers are like busses, when one leaves another one arrives. Well fuck it, I know this. It’s just that I always long for the ones that leave, and feel careless towards the one (ones) I have. When they leave, old ones come back. And then I start longing for the ones that left. No matter what happens I’m always longing for someone else. It’s imprinted in...
With every thought I hit a wall I would love to express how this condition feels, but I can’t I’m not feeling bad, but not good either I’m completely numb And I can’t think I can’t move a single muscle I’m forced to lay completely still But I know that I’m alright - I’m not depressed Just numb Can’t think straight And then it...