
twenty-three.
wreckless.

title: the new era calls upon where, kids pray not to wake up the next morning because of the things thats been happening, evolving around them day by day. kids then wished they woke up every single morning so they could play goli in the backyard with lame ass friends. as for me, sorry, i'm abit of in between. i'll be hoping the next day to wake up.start early so things that happend the night before happend again the next day. and if things didnt happend they way i wished it was, i'll just hope it's a different tmr, but still i dont wish to get out of bed tt's all. i still want to wake up the next morning but i just dont want to get out from the reality that i'm lying dead as safe as shit in my bed full of suicidal writings, not really actually, shopping lists. haha.
the first time my heart beat was so quick ard some stranger was when i turned 13. but i suppose it was silly. 7 years ago, it was a 2yearolder lad, 7 years from them a 2 yearyounger lad. what the fuck. what the fuck. but i really liked him, but i was very young. but i feel like iam 13 today. i feel stupid, pathetic and depressed all over. it's not like you fucking care LAH, but i forgot to eat and i havent slept, i bought a sketch book to doodle on so i wont cry. see. tsk. this is so 13yO. i want to doodle now. now. |