as the clock hit midnight last night, i became new and pure. but in the few hours since i woke this morning, i have already been tainted.
even if we go down in the biggest flames the world has ever seen, i won’t for a second regret stoking the fire.
i feel like myself again. i don’t know if i should be proud or terrified.
heaven is over now. the party got shut down. the amphitheater is empty. the bars deserted. usually so full of life but now; deathly silent. but they’re waiting.
i only write to distract my self from my own self-destructive behavior.
there is hate brewing in my bones. i do not believe it will stop until you are laid to rest.
you touch me just right and change my definition of holy.
happiness is running away from me. and i am letting it happen.
so far this year, the only thing i’ve been is a disservice to the people around me. most days i’m too selfish to get out of bed.
”your hair gets curly when are in love aliza, and i know those curls weren’t there before”