i am sad.

if looks could kill...
id be dead right now...

I hate my life...
I am forced by the system to interact with my simpletons of peers and eat the mud of their thoughts.
If only they could think on the level of deepness i do...
Drink the caffeinated drinks i drink...
Feel the dark abyssmal feelings i feel...
Drown in the blood i produce....
Help...

The ghost of my childhood is haunting me. My worthless childish intuitions remind me of the person i used to be, making me throw up profusely and hit my mom with angry vigor. As i retreat into my past, i call my boyfriend louis "lookinlikeafoolwithyourpantsontheground" ressler and spill my bloody thoughts upon his psychen across the phone. I am disgusted with my lack of self reliance...again...all i can depend on myself to create is...
Pain...

Today i woke up, the darkness of light radiating on my face. I dragged myself out of bed, hatefully, and ate my daily bowl of lucky charms, the taste of soft marshmallowey death on my tongue. After my death cereal, i punched my mom and walked out of the door only to find myself a facefull of white snowey pain. I gathered myself slowly, letting the crystals melt on my warm, angry, makeup covered face and drudged my way to the bus stop.

Eject...
I wish i could eject my heart...

Oh sweet love, thy name is sorrow.