We’re so dark.
But we quietly want the light. In our hearts we know if one truly exists then the other must exist. Just waiting to drape us in barren nothingness. Circumscribing our days, consuming our thoughts. Ironically still, the furthest thing from blind that we’ll ever be.
Holy shit stop cutting yourselves and posting pictures of it. It’s weird.
Drank a 40 and a pitcher and smoked a pack of cigs. I should be dead. But not dead
Most people think happiness is about gaining something, but it’s not. It’s all about getting rid of the darkness you accumulate.
The other night I had a candy cane in one hand and the cord to my guitar amp in the other. I just put the wrong one in my mouth.
