nightvision vs no vision

sometimes I draw on my hands because I can't afford tattoos.

zero killed

She was a coward and a follower at best.

He wanted to die and did all he could to live forever.

They never met and the world was spared yet another cliché-infested, pathetic and accidentally comical tragedy.


Suffering isn't noble and submission isn't safe.

The world doesn't forget because the world isn't even paying attention.


Get over yourself.

why so serious?

You know you shouldn't but you find it absolutely hilarious that the one thing that's keeping you alive is the same thing that will sooner or later be the death of you.

You shouldn't find that funny, but you do.

Too bad you can't let anyone else in on the joke.

things I can't afford

I DON'T APPRECIATE HOW EVERYTHING COOL HAPPENS IN ENGLAND.

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.

gigs. he's like jesus ok, but better. I swear, I've seen him.

lindsey is cool ok and totally not a girl's name. shut up.

indiewank but yeah I want to go.

a festival. last year I lied my way in but whatever.

some gigs or maybe not

lol more gigs



I'm not sorry that I have nothing else to say.

the future takes a second to be

161/300

you could be my reflection

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I don't make sense on my own

august created a hypocrite

I seem to have turned into that girl, you know the one who only talks about her issues like anyone around her isn't fucking sick of hearing how troubled she is and how much she hates herself and yet fails to do anything about all her angst other than whine about it like the coward she is.

one day I'll learn to back my shit up, I swear.

it's easier to sleep in the sunshine

Every second of every day you feel every last inch of your existence and you spend every second of every day wishing you wouldn't.


When did it become such effort just being alive?

like lovers do on silver screens

You don't even have it in yourself to feel sorry for the mess you've made of your life, your head. You know you're the most selfish person you've ever met as well as you know that their defiant ignorance only fuels the resignation with which you treat your logical but non-existent self pity.

This is where any sane person would break down, have a raging panic attack. Make a scene. Force everyone around them to give a fuck.

You don't, can't do this. You don't care enough about yourself to think of your ordinary misery worthy of any kind of acknowledgement.

You're not noble, no, nothing but in your silence. You're scared of having to explain yourself. Scared because you can't. Explain.

You have nothing to say and no one would listen even if you did.