I’ll work it out, I’ll push it until it fits because sometimes I got to put together my shit. Everything will work out exactly how it was planned. Routine will sink in, things will turn for the worse until I’m picking up the phone to an unlikely voice to some “unfortunate news”. It’s your mother, it’s always your mother. I’m comfortable with things going from bad to worse but i can’t handle the dreams ending with the hurst... the black, the girl screaming and scraping at my back. Can’t take these words and form them into things I used to say. My thoughts became soiled at the first thought of decay. I eat myself from the inside out until it all starts to reach surface and they see there is something wrong, it’s all so fucking wrong. The sweetest thing thrown to waste. I lost the belief, I lost myself , and being found is so unlikey in times like these. So Justin take back your words, and Moni don’t try and protect me from the truth. Either way, someway, I don’t care. Change of subject because I can’t bare the thoughts that make me hot and make the sweat drip in the middle of the night. I care so much..fuck.