sick, sick, sick as a dog.
i spent an hour mumbling that to myself.
sick, sick, sick.
on the floor next to the toilet, pinching mosquito bites into my arm.
sick as a dog, sick.
i don't hurt myself like that anymore.
i don't think i'm sick anymore. but i don't know how well i am either.
insane. fucking insane.
the dark speaks to me sometimes and i'm pretty sure i can touch the sky.
they're coming to take me away haha!
i'm making it up of course, i just want the attention, some reason why i'm like this.
into the sea you and me.
i can't stop laughing i'm putting on a show for the ghouls in the wall, do they think i'm manic yet?
my weekend's at an all time low.
stop, it's not doing anything, shut up, shut the fuck up.
it's very quiet after.