Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not sure.

What the fucking hell am I preaching?
I need to take a risk, and just suffer the consequences
for the sake of myself needing to experience something new.
I’ve got room for bruises. Blood to spill.

I hate this shit. I fucking hate this shit.
I just want to discover a new reason to breathe… a new way to breathe.

Just listening to music that reminds me of the past…terrible decision but I feel like feeling depressed. What a sad truth right there.
And I have never imagined myself ever saying this…but I really fucking miss you.
I don’t care what happened, or what you did.
I just like the ignorance we shared with each other, and I liked that, because we were at least happy.



I will regret these words in the morning, and that’s what will make them so beautiful.
Fuckin’ raw, man.


Goodnight.