jollyfish

I just wanted something to cover up my last gloomy entry. I want to dance. (: :heart: :butterflytwo: ~b

There is nothing here. Nothing for me. Breathing seems like a chore, food doesn't have any flavor, I can feel my heart pumping through my chest, and my throat is always demanding more and more water. I left my cellphone home, drove aimlessly for +4 hours straight, made it to another city and back, thinking, listening to the same 34 songs form my favorite playlist, silently waiting on an explanation for the nothingness of nothing. Freedom made me feel slightly high. My legs started hurting (feeling numb) and I parked in the middle of nowhere, lights off, music off, staring ahead. The best ideas always come at night, under the stars. I even

when i'm with him i feel so...nice. healthy, sane, pretty, happy. he says he brings some madness into my world, and i don't know and honestly don't care what it is he does, but i like it. ~~~~~~~~~~~ sometimes i just want to vanish in the air and stop all feeling on its tracks, or take a bath and drown in sweet lily perfumed soap and feel my lungs explode in liquid molecules and never wake up. b, you are way too needy. stop it. stop it. stop it. fucking stop. "the killer in me is the killer in you i send a smile over to you" ++ :butterflytwo: