he chide his thoughts, his distorted thoughts, sounds that should never be heard, he heard those sounds and promise that they shall never be said again 



crushhhh fk

everything was fine 

it was at a distance 

easy to go futher 

so far that you are out

but something happened 

and now





never ending

Haven’t spoken in a while

Things are different now

Well I think they are

I say this because 

I’m learning more and more

Seeing things more and more 

How it will end

I’ll remember it

Just like I remember everything 

What I did and what I said

And what I didn’t say
Who was there and those who weren’t

Making the right decision and making the wrong one
Doing what I want and making the life of my own

time doesn’t exist

I feel like I am just waiting

For something to happen

I don’t know what or when

But I sit here, mind so crystal clear

saying what will happen tomorrow

I’ve planned for every possible out come


And the only thing left to do is



I don’t feel like I should be doing anything else

All is done

what is left is just to wait

for my sister

From point A to B. Where you left to have the time of your life. To simply say now at this moment I am writing this at one of my lowest points this summer, should I be suprised? Instead of talking to you about everything that happened this summer I will keep it simple. From the point of breaking up from school and to when I started I knew that the friends I have wouldnt last and they went. Thats fine ? I speant the summer doing whats best for myself did the most of what i could and rested when i wanted it was good I felt that this thing helped me to be the best of myself inwas good and life was getting better. Upon arrival to august fear began to itch and remembering the past hurt but it was still good, just staying at home in a bubble speaking to no one outside the bubble and it was all rosies and dasies what  I was waiting for turned out to be twisted coming to the realisation that something twisted and anxeity itched everywhere i go where things that were never a big deal exploed to the point of now coping to the point of now being able to be the flesh a blood that you must be qnd everything went scary and bleak my strength still there but blurred what made it different i question and still now but i’m lost


I’ll say it now, too often the past has repeated it self, too many time the same event happen over and over agin and history as we now it is. ow the present and will always be 

which is ironic you see