I just scratched a freckle off.
15 was a grand ‘ol time. Can’t go wrong with mare.
and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared
of burning in hell well i was already there
I am a hot mess. Makeup everywhere, ripped spandex, covered in blood and coce on my nose. I am Courtney love. Fuck you college.
Cocaine makes my dreams weird.
I’m all out of patchouli.
I don’t smell like myself.
I don’t feel like myself.
IT’S WHAT I DO.
Y’ALL LOVE IT.
I’m not going to do things because you feel its what i need to do to succeed. I’ve had it. this isn’t my bag.
may then june.
it will all be over soon.
IM GETTING OUT.
LEAVING THIS SHIT PLACE BEHIND.
OPEN MY EYES TO A BETTER LIFE.
the life i want.
HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN.
it feels like 5pm.
I’m in another time zone.
drone drone drone.
there’s still smoke in my throat.
fueling the nutrients that have been drained from my body.
an even trade for heightened reality.
a new portal has been opened.
floating through an open wound
this feeling will always be new.
roll my eyes to the back of my head,
open wide and let the gold float in.