“My peace is gone, my heart is heavy.”
I am becoming an alcoholic.

dreamland

&

reality land

are starting to blur together.
This is a terrible for me, only because I start to speak, without thinking. (at all)
Yet when I am,
well here there is no reason to care.
oh no oh no oh no
oh no

Well at least my true feelings will flood out.

hardly anything makes sense anymore,
I am learning to appreciate the moments that do.

Jan tenth

I am 21 years old today.
What a silly day

I crumble in your arms.
every time.

wine
cigarettes
and guitar

every night all night



an expensive self-content-ness.

When I was younger I questioned "love" and its meaning.
As much as I want it, I cant define what I want.

I'm in that corner again.
Is love just a word created for comfort?

Maybe.
Definitely a maybe.