I'm 22. I have social anxiety disorder and clinical depression. I don't regret having them handed to me as I've learned so many things about myself and the world through them.
Love Is Life, Life Is Love
...the movies failed and the books were lies, so even if i tried i was treated to a dinner i didn't expect, i may never kick a glare across a room and pretend it's got meaning and i may never tell you you're beautiful when we're old, but believe me i feel it and if you catch me shooting daggers your way from across a street or house it's because i am picturing you with all your faults laced tight around your neck, because i still remember how it felt the first time we shut the door together at midnight and i remember how waking up was a blessing not a curse, when you said it was time to go and we went one last time around the bed, when we told each other we were adults and we lusted like kids instead, and despite how we worked each other everything still turned out horribly, so here's a guess on a postmark and a tip of a glass to the memory of shameless want, yours for mine, a toast to the next time we pretened "we" were never "we" and slip a hand to the heat in the middle of our chest with a smile only for ourselves...
the payload theme song
Now go read Hermann Hesse books, listen to Godspeed You Black Emperor!, and take your shoes off whenever there is grass beneath them.
***PLEASE CONTACT ME IF YOU FIND ANY AFFINITY WITH MY WRITING OR WANT TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING I HAVE WRITTEN. I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH. WE AS PEOPLE HAVE GROWN TO SEPARATION FROM EACH OTHER BY OUR CULTURE AND COMMUNICATION IS ONE WAY TO BREAK THAT CYCLE***