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A little side project I’m working on.
downstairs | ‘From 196’
Afterwards
It was cold and raining; we were miles away from home.
An old friend of mine told me that I was like glue.
But even if that’s true, glue doesn’t hold if it’s not there in the first place.
I’m sick of watching my family fall apart.
When You’re Not Around
I spend my nights drinking alone in my room wishing that I could hear something other than my own thoughts.
I think having someone around distracts me from showing my true colors.
I like it better that way.
We Just Didn’t Have A Winter
Nothing comes from the heart anymore.
I haven’t written in months.
I haven’t read in weeks.
There’s an absence, and it’s intimidating.
But as sure as the sun rises, that familiar feeling hits the pit of my stomach.
And I’m right back where I started.
I think I hate myself more than I ever have before.
Parts of me feel like I gave up on everything.
The others are just walking in place.
Routines that work leave me alone with my thoughts and let my mind take me down.
I don’t want to be here again.
But Bill Gates says the real world doesn’t give a fuck about my self-esteem.
He’s probably right.
