| Noose... |
I am at the point where I haven't slept for twelve days, and my brain feels like a mix of eggs, milk, and flour. I feel like cake.
Anywho...
I can't feel my legs. Or my hands. Or my...
Yeah...
I'm hungry. Bleed for me and scream for me and watch me descend upon you. Sometimes, no matter how many friends I have or how many people I am around, I get lonely. Pity me? No. Just understand and I will be happy. For now.
Love to all...
When Everything Was Ugly... - And Ugly It Remains...