15.06.03 - 3:28 PM
I am a mess of metaphors and analogies, the human embodiment of an argument against reality. I say, "Why live in a bleak world when you can be a fire, when you can fall in love with someone who is a dance, learn the steps, forget, forget, forget?"
I lost my train of thought.
Hi, I am a teenager. The people I know are experienced in ways unimaginable, have gone through things that most people could only have nightmares of. It is as though we are all individual black holes, all attracted to each other, all meant to fall together.
We land on each other.
This emptiness is for some reason, almost deafening. It is the last word of silence that rings through my ears, stifling. I sometimes feel as though it's trivial. I can count the reasons I have to feel this way on my right hand.
If there were a reason, I would feel as though I had purpose. I drink sometimes, do drugs sometimes, in attempt to redeem myself in anonymous meetings, 12 step programs, in an empty wish that maybe if there were a cure for a problem I could have, it would be a cure for this problem.
Every move is a cry for help but there's no help for this problem, baby.
God, you're irritating.
