(dreams weren’t made for me.)
Picture yourself waking up late for your wedding. At any point in time, you are faced with choices- walking down an aisle that signifies a great commitment and intertwined connection with another human being...
…or stay in bed and hope to never wake again.
Ahh, conscious existence will be the death of me.
Lucky bloodloss, deep seeded self hatred, based on...what?
I’ll speak only about things pertaining to your interests.
Rotting in this jail-cell state of mind, waiting for a cake in a spoon...
(Goddamn these righteous hands.)