my current feeling of blehness.
Just living in the struggle, the trouble of dealing losing feeling, my thoughts are like bananas and my ideas are just peeling to be properly placed on grounds of nothingness and the stress just accumulating in my own little black abyss.
and sometimes every kiss and hug barely heals and sweet seconds of laughter rarely changes how i feel. maybe i was meant to feel this way. im in this rollercoaster of a world taking dips and turns but when is it going to be my turn to just stop and go on cruise control? no muse control i never thought it was so easy for me to lose control…
