Maybe I just need some chaos to distract myself from the detachment I feel from everything that is slash was everything. Maybe baby. Oh and Lady Gaga says to fuck off. Hurr. This sense of quiet and calm I have nestled into so easily translates to the eerie and unwelcoming calm before the storm. And as the isolation from the outside world becomes more overwhelming and unbearable, I was forced to look inside to see. The corruption of ties stems from someone who can't even decipher what she needs and wants, someone with little sense of right and wrong, someone who wants to want everything. It's been almost a year since the first of September 2008 and to say I am fucking different is the understatement of the century. Everything I stood for has been cast aside in favor of... I don't even know anymore. This cyst is really hurting me.
But only far enough to make you miss me
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