I would write more I guess but what's there to say? There's shit going on but its too jumbled to be layed down. I'm tired of not sleeping, of the music being stale, of feeling like I'm going nowhere, of just feeling wrong and off all the fucking time. Of wondering. Of gossiping. Of fantasizing. Of making choices. The wrong ones. Of wanting something more that I'm not sure is really there.

The sky is my gorgeous blue but nothing really feels okay.

"I could wait around for the dust to still, but I don't believe that it ever will."

I can still see the moon right before the sun comes up. I just want to sleep it all off but I want to break my own habits, who I am. Its all so cluttered and fucking disgusting and I want it to go away.