Let me take my paint brush to a place worth while and recollect all of the memoirs, A body full a decadent bliss is something I look forward to like butterflies in jars, ...Like why you gotta do that to me?, ......I don't bruise easily,
take me away with your skin in heaven where they wash and feed the turkey not feed on it having second thoughts about their recent lives in favor of the Lord saving them from utter peril and stages and phases and escapes of sin, I'd be more than gladly to just look within, pouring passion, into the art work, attention is all that you're worth, ........But why you gotta do that to me?
She ran as fast as her brittle legs would allow without catching her breath once as she ran miles somehow. And she reached her favourite bench overlooking the countryside surrounded by swaying trees and an air of grace as she sat and cried. There's creatures in her mind that won't allow her to think clearly; the belief she should go beyond the veil plays on her mind severely. So she swallows a bag of pills washed down with strong tequila, and stands upon the bench with her earphones in, dancing like a ballerina.
lovely, lovely, lovely. wow. didn't eat for three days so i could be lovely and dizzy cold tired sick. baby, dont listen to black and white screencaps of Cassie from skins uk, she looks like something i once wanted to be. she also looks sick.
cassie is a character on skins uk who has an eating disorder. a lot of people idolize her.
I've read all my readings and I'm watching an episode of Skins and I'm trying to settle the copious amounts of vino I've consumed over the last 5 hours while I lie in bed waiting for you to reply with an answer of whether I should leave my bed to meet you so that I can be in your bed or if I should just keep lying here watching this episode of Skins and consume a little bit more vino before I fall nervously into a lonely slumber
this is the first time I've been able to write about you in a year, and hurts more with every character that I type. you used to bring me joy and happiness, and now you bring me feelings of sorrow, pain, anxiety and depression. i'm still trying to figure out how that is possible, especially coming from you. when we were still together, I used to lie awake at 4AM thinking about how much I love you, and how much it would hurt to lose you. i used to dream of owning a beautiful home on the lake with you, and every morning, I could roll over either way and see a beautiful sight. on my left; a glistening lake on my right; the love of my life now, I lie awake at 2AM wondering what went wrong and how much I miss you. quite a transition, isn't it?