The gravity has a constant acceleration. So how do we tend to fall faster more and more each day? It is because of the weight we carry on our shoulders.
I wish I had words to say. But I don't anymore. A fading belief in God, and an even worse faith in life itself.
This post is actually a combination of days btw.
I'm slowly realizing that maybe I'm coming to a close in hopes and fears. Two fictional things that can only exist when you make it so...so I'm allowing them to die. And maybe one day I will see a picture and realize "oh shit, maybe this was real." but unless I fall in love with the same guy for the third time, or fall in love with my best friend, or even meet someone that knocks me off my feet- I'll keep my feet planted, and live in Reality.
I don't write much anymore...it's dying because of school and people and things, ya know, nouns. But I'm happy to have recorded something. Because this is what it's all about- recording things.
I feel like I should rant about my latest rejection and Friend Zone shits...but eh.
Not enough time in the world for that.
Troke.
[i hate this part.The Pussycat Dolls]
"pudding wiener of doom: something used to rape little children"
Jack Wiener.
