phosho

my ball an chain has gotten me down again,
i feel a social connect like nothing i've ever known.
she's running on a fault line and it's got my blood calm,


wishing i could stop thinking about that rock star. the one who has it all and no room to see my face in any real light. i hate myself and i want to die isn't really that great of a song title. if you think about it.

forgetting about this dude. the rocket man. the rock n roll maniac.

i see a girl, that i've always loved. since the day we met. and here she is. smiling and laughing at my stupid jokes.

my thoughts are so scattered i don't know where to start. i spend day and night wondering what this person is thinking about. i hate rejection more than breaking a bone. my 'friend' hurt my heart all week,

fuck it, black me out.

6 years on

I have so much to rant out of me. In form of poetry, music, nonsense and so on.
I don't think everyone directly on social media needs all that.
So back I am, here.