Listening to: hooverphonics
Feeling: baffled
my world evolves around art right now. im constantly needing to eat and breathe artfullycrapfully and i dont know whether i need a break. wont be able to!
im off pages with people, i can smell the odor of their fears.
im a breeze to figure out so dont give me a second glance.
there are pillows of fucking frustration up my fucking nose and down my goddamn throat. whew!jlkfgjf
maybe i should draw my fantasies of murdering people for an outlet? i dont know how a punctured lung looks like
is it pink or beige
i haven't talked to you all year, why would i start now? it would be a lil awkward to just walk up to you. I don't talk to people when I'm angry, b/c you end up saying things you may not mean . That's just me. Honest to god, I didn't see you waving to me. But I saw you and i sure did look right past you. I don't know how i blamed you in any way...the accident was not your fault.
i wasn't calling u out on my diary or nething. i was writing my feelings, that's what its for. If you ever knew me, you would know that i am not afraid to call you out by name.
I want to be the first to stop this, because we are both way to old to be arguing thru diaries again. I'm not sorry for what i wrote b/c its how i felt, but I'm sorry you