May 22, 2009

I can't let myself.
But I want to.
I can't hold back.


I'm so tired of these swings, flashes.

I have a headache. And it's dark in here.

Self loathing, eating disorders, cigarettes, summertime.

Nobody really cares.
That's why we do it.
We don't really care.

It doesn't matter, nothing at all does.

Don't hold yourself like that, you'll hurt your knees.
12:08 am, on a school night.
Damien Rice.
Going soon.
The computer freezes, not just mine really.

Changes in the weather. Changes in myself.
My thoughts, my feelings, my everything.
What?
There is nothing.