it's like this.. need to cleanse myself of this tattered spirit i've left inside of me. it feels so worn and abused and useless. and i can't shake it. like it is
my skin. like i will bleed to death with all these holes and nothing to fill them with ever.
feel so dispensable. so toss me away. not sure who is doing the throwing.
it's odd to feel so old in
such a young self. and it feels odd to want anyone to know what i am thinking just now. as if someone will read it and feel this great sense of anything - anything at all. every time i breathe is like a fire inside me rushing up to my throat and eyes.
i don't really know why.
it could be worse though. tell yourself this over and over until you
don't believe anything else.