try pacing to keep awake, laying around, no school today. it's late afternoon as you walk through the rooms of a house that is quiet, except for unanswered telephones. stumble around the neighborhood with nothing to do. but you would settle for anything that would make your brain slow down or stop. break this circle of thoughts you chase, before they catch back up with you. you said, "i'm done feeling like a skeleton. no more sleep walking dead."
you're going to wake from this coma. you're going to crawl from this bed you have made. and stop counting on that camera that hangs round your neck, because it won't ever remember what you choose to forget. as you try to find some source of light, try to name one thing you like, you used to have such a longer list, and light you never had to look for. but now it's so easy-- it's so easy to second guess everything you do, until all you want is all you want is to finish this half empty glass before the ice all melts away. this feeling always used to pass, but seems like it's every day. it seems like it's every night now.

bright eyes, I don't know.
I've been meaning to write something better lately. I've been meaning to do a lot of things lately.

ButIlackiniativeandwillgrowuptobeahoarderandthenI'lldieatage22afteramountainofcluttercrashesdownandkillsme.
I've also been watching Hoarders lately.

Anyway. :)