THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
Technology makes me cry, and I woudl really appreciate my never listened to copy of Sexless Demons and Scars back, Mr. Fucking Laptop.
And I said that I would I would end it on a good note, didn't I?
If only I weren't such an electromagnetic glitter crusted liar.
Things might just stop breaking.
I would also really appreciate some company.
I don't really know any interesting ways to write that.
I hate being alone sometimes. You always go through weird identity crises when you are. I just kind of want someone real to talk to some nights.
Maybe a good dose of average teenage experiences?
Fuck everyone.
I'm so over being angry all the time, but I don't know how to be.
Happy New Years, Sarah. You're a whole year ahead of me.
<3
EDIT// Why be glad I'm not at public school with my grunge punk deathmetal childabuse and addiction weilding friends?
Because one's in jail and another's in the ER.
I don't even need to list the reasons why it's good I'm at Catholic school. I'm not depressed, I'm not dead and I haven't killed myself like I was going to, I'm not hooked to anything that will do it for me.
And I don't literally have a fucking knife in my back.
You do the math.