random written lines w/o context from a notebook i got on christmas when i was 16
“i am going to have to murder my own unconscious mind”
“there’s a big black hole inside of me, swallowing everything slowly, and one day it’s going to eat me alive.”
“pretty much disappeared by the time i got home”
“i am no longer in bloom”
“when our hands clasp together, idly, affectionately, i often wonder whose grip will loosen first”
“i wanted to travel, so i read books”
“and my fingers hardly feel right when I am this sad”
“i am all jagged lines”
