I hate these nights, when I'm up until 3 am for no apparent reason. I can't fall asleep unless I take some sort of cough medicine, and force what should come naturally at this hour. Just stupid ass thoughts running through my mind, memories of what was there, and what will never be again. I want to forget, I want to just move the fuck on, but something inside me wont let me... if that even makes sense. Some of it I want to remember... but a lot of it, I'd rather it be out of mind... seeing as it's already out of sight....




BUT I LOVE, about mid-way through writing something that's... well, not unicorns farting rainbows, having an overpowering voice inside me telling the emo-me to STFU. So im going to start crawing my way out of the hole I've dug myself into: it may take a lot of dirt under my nails and a shit load of elbow grease, but I know I can get out. Seeing as I have no fucking idea how I even made it to today; how the hell am I suppost to know how I'm going to complete the rest of my life?