bloodshot, deadbeat, and a lack of sleep.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Apathy has rained on me. Now I’m feeling like a soggy dream, so close to drowning but I don’t mind. I’ve lived inside this mental cave, throw my emotions in the grave. Hell, who needs them anyway.
Wednesday Jun 6 @ 08:39pm