twilightmoon
When There's So Much Light, Why Do I Feel So Dark?
And Where Crying Isn't Secret It's The Art Of How We Grieve
dramaI'm exhausted. No, I'm not sure that I have any stories in me today to give you. I broke myself over the weekend and am now worn down and questioning the fundamental principles that my life was built on.
Being a carbon based life form isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Sadly, I can still feel death near me, it's crawling across my skin when I enter a room and despite how hard I scrub my skin raw, I still can feel it's reminiscent touch. The life that I live is proof of anarchy.
Would have died this weekend if not for Shae. Note to self: Thank Shae when this is finished. She'll be the one you really owe the completion of this to, because otherwise you'd be dead, creamed across the four way light across from Arby's by a semi.
Drama drama drama and the lights go down and the curtains go up and the show begins.
I'll hopefully continue this later.
For now, I have work to do.
Being a carbon based life form isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Sadly, I can still feel death near me, it's crawling across my skin when I enter a room and despite how hard I scrub my skin raw, I still can feel it's reminiscent touch. The life that I live is proof of anarchy.
Would have died this weekend if not for Shae. Note to self: Thank Shae when this is finished. She'll be the one you really owe the completion of this to, because otherwise you'd be dead, creamed across the four way light across from Arby's by a semi.
Drama drama drama and the lights go down and the curtains go up and the show begins.
I'll hopefully continue this later.
For now, I have work to do.
The Asylum's This Way
Still Lost
Cyanide Saints
Wander The Darkness
