i hate the smell of my own skin.
wanting to just get lost in drugs or sleep- whichever promises sound sweeter to me
not in a hateful way
just in a hopeful way
want to live in movie scenes and catchy hooks in the best songs
explode out of some small room in some small house in some small town in some small state
- where none of it matters or makes sense
i'm just dying on a day to day basis with no cure
would kill all the innocent just to be able to explode into your mind
feel like obsessing just to be able to get back to obsessing
i need new faces
new smiles
new memories
because the same faces and old smiles and uninteresting memories don't mean shit to me
"i could use somebody".........
i want to make the sounds that make my heart beat as hard as it does right now listening to my nightly soundtracks
this is what desperation looks like.
feels like.
smells like.
i really just want to be noticed by everyone in the world. this is my admitting i am a narcissist and meaning it
-hey, first step is admitting the problem right?
none of it made sense, but then again it never did.
still searching for the answers to questions i can't form into words.
help me.
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