I feel like I lost control of something that want mine in the first place and I can’t make anything thing happen that will make me happy
|<p>||Me: I arrived in new York just a few moments ago and began to shed tears. Tears of pain and regret, morning and resentment. Fucking city man. I just wanna go home<br>|
|Head:||but we live here... This is home.</p>|
|<p>||L: I just can't seem to stay away from you<br>|
|S:||I read that in a book once</p>|
I love love. And I love the concept of love. I also love the concept of heart break… It validates my ability to love. Being heart broken just means I was able to love. To feel love, to be loved back. Can’t wait for that again.
When shit gets rough, I get into a shell. I block of the world because I want to be independent. To figure out things on my own. I don’t need your help… But I do. And I hate it because I don’t want to be weak and I don’t want to be needy. Sooooooooo I suit in my shell and Bullshit. Only bad thing about that is, the longer I suit in my shell the more problems pile… Fuck, I need a way out
Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE
WAIT SO THAT’S NOT WHAT IT IS
"QUICK THE COPS ARE COMING!" *everyone frantically tries to collapse their trestle tables*