it hurts the most at night.

!@#$%^&*()_+

there always seems to be black paint stuck under my fingernails.
you should see some of the work i've been doing.

i went to natural cafe too...

dear god,

fuck highschool, and the saying:
"its your senior year, go crazy"
i feel stuck, like im in a tar pit.
i feel stagnant, i cant move, i cant breathe, i cant do ANYTHING.
and the same thoughts keep looping themselves
back and forth back and forth
i wish i could shut my thoughts off,
i wish i could write and paint and be liberated,
i need to go somewhere,
get out of here, be alone, just for a few days.
i need those few days to figure everything out and think without
the interruption of stupid people that i don't want to fucking hear.
please stop talking, please stop telling me what to do.
i need to follow my heart, i need to think.
i just cant move.








































i just love you to the moon and back.
amen.

...yeah,

i couldn't agree more.
breathe.

i dont know how much more,

i can take of this...

........

thinking thinking thinking,
even dreaming,
i don't want to, because im scared?
ah, i guess so.