And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Thursday, December 11
Where is all these going?
I feel like tearing my hair out.
Or my brain. Or my heart.
That'd be great.
I wish to rip out my brain, shred my heart, & gouge out my eyes.