we won't stand for hazy eyes

confusion is when you don't know whether to lash out in anger and (maybe) regret it later; or to just let it stew under wraps and then feel very rotten about it hours away.

i won't deny that i'm one to wear my heart on my sleeve- although i don't know if that's a good or bad thing. you know i don't lie and don't do hypocrisy, (a good thing, maybe?)- martina always said i'm an easy book to read. i guess ada the machine is easy to work because after a while, you'll know which buttons to press (or which not to).

you know which buttons you've been pressing- and honestly i don't know what you're trying to do. so go figure it out, for your sake and for my sanity, perhaps? if you can be civil to an acquaintance, and if you call me a friend, then fuck why can't you just fucking Behave Normally. we're like a fucking rollercoaster- make up your mind, won't you?

today i was surrounded by people, and yet i felt so alone. why thank you


so sick, so sick of being tired.
and oh so tired of being sick.
we’re both such magnificent liars
so crush me baby, i’m all ears.