I wish I could put a headline.
Yet nothing can encapsulate my thoughts.
Big words.
I must be drunk.
But a headline would draw more viewers yes.
And sometimes I'm not sure if that's a good thing.
I'm on 2 favorite journal lists.
And I think even that is too much.
Will my poison infect those around me?
Sometimes I fear that it will.
Words and words.
Yet dispite what I was told words will never hurt you.
I prefer sticks and stones.
I have so much chaos in my life sometimes I feel like I won't be able to find my way home.
I need to get a breathilizer lock on this journal.
I'm always surprised by what I find in the morning when I finally come to.
When they finally make an app for this placed I'm gonna be screwed😂😂😂
I just want the right girl to marry.
Haha no I'm lying.
I just need someone to understand the hate of myself and of others to just love me.
Too much to ask I know.
Especially when I myself can't love.
Ironic.
Can't love but can still suffer from it.
Is this the price of selling my soul?
All the years I've lived and I mean mortal years, and all the bullshit Ive been thru I've come to realize that friends and other relationships become a burden on your life.
I mean let's face it not many will be there for the little inconviences in your life.
Don't mind me.
Just drunken ramblings.
Innocence.
Something I've never had.
I mean like never.
Not as a child.
Never as an adult.
Is this possible?
All children are innocent.
Are they not?
Yet I wasn't.
What does this mean for my life?
Or death?
COMMENTS
Yes, all children are innocent.
Toddlers are assholes.
COMMENTS
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NinaHeart
07:00 May 24 2015
Beautiful.