I can feel It. Ooooh, It's coming back.... Back back back. I hardly
realized It left. It was just gone one day. Gone gone gone one day, It
was..... Hahahaha, even as I type I can feel It seeping in. In, like black
blood. Crazy smile. lazy wild smile. I could own the world from my bed
room.
It's here... I want to be dark again, I want to be crazy, want to be dangerous, morbid. Morbid? Absolutely Morbid. That's it. That's what came back. It's been a long time... I missed it, I really did.
Everything used to be so abstract, so so so so satiatingly funny. I want a straightjacket. I want to go to an asylum for a month and pretend to be one of them. I wanna see them. I wanna be them.
Heheheheh, so funny.
What do you think? I think I'm...... different? No. Everyone's the same. We all want to be special and it only makes us little carbon copies of one another. Like plastic soldiers. Like little wax dollies.
I don't want to sleep. I 'm not going to sleep.
There's a storm outside.... Singsong voice. I like storms. Thunderstorms. But I hate the rain..... But I don't. I like it. Love it. Can you tell the difference between tears and rain? I can't. No.... Tears are salty. I wonder.... Do everyone's tears taste salty? Do yours? I wanna try....
Hahahaha, now I feel really strange. Did you ever want to taste your friend's tears? Does anyone?
Ooooh, I'm laughing. So so so *funny*. I can feel my heart beat. Bum Bum Bum Bum Bum...... Welcome home.....
It's here... I want to be dark again, I want to be crazy, want to be dangerous, morbid. Morbid? Absolutely Morbid. That's it. That's what came back. It's been a long time... I missed it, I really did.
Everything used to be so abstract, so so so so satiatingly funny. I want a straightjacket. I want to go to an asylum for a month and pretend to be one of them. I wanna see them. I wanna be them.
Heheheheh, so funny.
What do you think? I think I'm...... different? No. Everyone's the same. We all want to be special and it only makes us little carbon copies of one another. Like plastic soldiers. Like little wax dollies.
I don't want to sleep. I 'm not going to sleep.
There's a storm outside.... Singsong voice. I like storms. Thunderstorms. But I hate the rain..... But I don't. I like it. Love it. Can you tell the difference between tears and rain? I can't. No.... Tears are salty. I wonder.... Do everyone's tears taste salty? Do yours? I wanna try....
Hahahaha, now I feel really strange. Did you ever want to taste your friend's tears? Does anyone?
Ooooh, I'm laughing. So so so *funny*. I can feel my heart beat. Bum Bum Bum Bum Bum...... Welcome home.....