Confessions, #226

I’m tired, bored, lonely, unsatisfied. 

"Other people aren’t medicine," I need to be more comfortable with myself and my own presence so I can stop feeling lonely. 

I smoke too much but I love it, I also love sex but I always feel like a skank every time I have it. I am bored but I really shouldn’t be given the amount of homework I have and how behind I am in English.

I listen to Nine Inch Nails, Mazzy Star, The Smiths, Pink Floyd, Tool, and wonderful poetic bands when I am tired, bored, lonely, and unsatisfied. For some reason Trent Rezor can say what I can’t in “The Line Begins To Blur,” and my own melancholy emerges into my hands, my face, the tips of my knees.

I’m so lost.

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easied:

if trees could talk i’d probably get emotionally attached to them

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