I’ve been having dreams of car crashes and terminal illness
is it any wonder my brain doesn’t want me to sleep?
so i was looking up stuff about birth control throughout history and
you son of a mumford
I am most definitely complicated.
as half of my poems
are warning people not to get close to me,
or to stitch themselves into my veins
and the other half tells a story
where I am begging them to come near.
I am not simple.
I am not the kind of person you fall in love with.
But please, fall in love with me.
in my opinion the internet is class cos u can just call some1 a prick and they cant like kick your head in or anythin lol
Seriously feel so grouchy and jittery and on the verge of tears
A good cry would help
There is a war in my system
And I’ve only swapped one dosage out of 4.
Brig it on.
Still feel like an asshole
Still can’t sleep
Still fucking low.