Well, I'm making it official.
Dustin is no longer a member of Last Daylight.
From now on, it will be myself and Chase.
After all, if need be, I'll be the percussionist.
I'm not even going to inform Dustin of this.
I would think that when you say the things he's said and then disappear for a week, it's obvious.
Even if he decides to speak to me again, I can't work with him anymore.
All he wants is a sexual relationship and I can't give him that.
I won't do that.
I've been feeling very anxious and bitchy today.
Don't ask me why.
Maybe due to lack of food.
Maybe due to the monsters in my head.
Oh, wait...those monsters are me.
I'm caught on a one-way street with them.
Darkness is upon my door and I feel like I can't take anymore.
I've decided that my new tattoo is either going to be a cross or a black swan.
I haven't decided yet.
I love them both.
I'll probably get the cross first, then later go back for the swan.
I long for the days when I knew nothing.
When I was an innocent child who knew nothing of the harshness of life.
I want to stay in love with my sorrow
But I want to let it go.
Can I find solid ground
Or am I just wasting time?
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