today I made something
It was hideous
I wanted to throw up
it clawed its way out of the page and tore me apart
I am in pieces all over my room
If next time you see me im not "all there",
I must have lost a piece when I was gluing myself back together
Tomorrow I will stay alone
I hate talking to people
They don't interest me anymore
Nothing does
except pictures
They are horrible pictures that make me want to scream
I don't cry anymore
I can't remember the last time I did
You want to know whats wrong with me
Ask a doctor or a proffessional of some sort
because...
I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME
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