alive in the most dead way possible. if that's understandable...

slumber is stolen from a fairy tale stuffed in pillow cases

I feel lost. Confused on where I am at present.

I feel the need to punch people. In the throat.

I am feeling hungry and my stomach is making sounds.

Unfocused from trumpets blaring, I'm cheating with an answer key.

I am sooo tired because of homework and stupid people

I crave his touch more than breath at this moment

Flypaper for attention

Facebook glues us buzzing

to the screen.

Why is everything so slow..? Am I asleep..? It's... Heavy...