July 2012
106 posts
And so a pattern develops: wake, work, cry, sleep. Well, try to sleep. I...
The pain is indescribable… Physical, mental… Metaphysical… It...
He was having dinner with her. My scalp prickles as adrenaline and fury lance...
– 50 shades of gray
Lmao.
Your last breath moving through you as everything ends.
50 shades of grey depresses me. It reminds me of how I was or am… Idk… It’s like they knew how I felt and wrote it in a book… Ah. Oh well.
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And...
– …. :/
I must have hit my head hard last night. Because even sending a text that I thought I sent was incomplete. I thought I had sent a long goodnight text but instead I texted a bye. It was weird. I just remember texting, letting go of my phone and then everything going black. Next thing I know i’m dreaming about different things. I don’t really remember what I dreamt but I know it was...