Its always there, in the back of my mind.
Not like anyone cares
Not like I care much for it either
But its always there
A desire, like a craving for something sweet
A want
A need
It pulls me in sometimes
It wont leave until its satisfied
It never is
I wont allow it
It makes me think
It keeps me sane and aware
It breaks me down and eats me inside
Id be confined
I would be left in isolation, away from those who believe in the illusion of safety
I wouldn't stop at just one
I couldn't have a limit once I begin
Why stop when I have already started?
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
May 19, 1998
Fever gone but itchy. Hungry and eat doggy food. Itchy itchy Scott came. Ugly face so killed him. Tasty.
4.
Itchy.
Tasty.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC