That Beck song lasted the whole way home.
Maybe because I walked fast. Or maybe because it was supposed to.
I'm getting the hell outta this place.
I need to find my love.
And until I can get outta this place, i'll use whatever chemicals I need to simulate this.
Fuck this.
Friday, 26 March 2010
Monday, 22 March 2010
Friday, 19 March 2010
By saying something stupid like "I like you"
Just something in passing that my mom said to me yesterday in the car. That I'm not supposed to be here. She has known that ever since I flatlined as a baby. And that she is scared of the powers that I have hidden inside of myself.
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