tell me to stop

its funny how if you start your night off saying things like "i want to puke in this house" or "this night is going down in flames" thats usually what happens, self fulfilling prophecies i guess. i need to get back to basics, ive cut to many cords that were wrapped to tight around my throat. ive been riding more and my legs are coming back which feels amazing however my free time is officially gone as of tomorrow, ill be working 12 hour days six days a week just so i dont have to move back into my parents house. nights are starting to blur together and i dont mind the dull pain, in fact, i probably need it so i dont lose my mind. i hurt myself more than anyone else ever could, i think about dumping acid in my ears just make it easier for you to hate me, but you would probably eat that up, thats always the case. the worse i get, the more i act like a child, the more i spit in the face of "good ideas" the more of my blood i throw in the water to attract the sharks, they are swimming around my feet as we speak, but the scary part is i hate the idea of clear safe water. so ill keep feeding you, as long as you keep biting at my limbs.





"out of spite the lightning strikes him twice"