shes tearing herself apart and making you watch behind a pane of glass.
sew your mouth shut
Journal of a Depressive Transboy
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Monday, April 3, 2017
What is Human?
not i not i
i dont know what you expected. its gone all sour now.
do you think you'll actually make it? he wants you dead. he thinks you're mindless. he thinks you're not real.
hes right
derecha!derecha!derecha!cierto!cierto!cierto!
draw your little pictures, vomit your insides onto the paper, channel your hatred into your pen, and for what? shove them in a folder. forget forget forget ODIAR
he sees tyiu. you on the edge of the cliff, grabbing onto two stones. you can pull yourself up comfortably. one stone glows a soft warm glow, bathing the area around it in pure light. the other, white, but with swirls and design dancing around it, breathing as if alive.
he pushes them off.
you hold on by your fingertips
now hes stepping on your hands. it's only a matter of time.
i dont know what you expected. its gone all sour now.
do you think you'll actually make it? he wants you dead. he thinks you're mindless. he thinks you're not real.
hes right
derecha!derecha!derecha!cierto!cierto!cierto!
draw your little pictures, vomit your insides onto the paper, channel your hatred into your pen, and for what? shove them in a folder. forget forget forget ODIAR
he sees tyiu. you on the edge of the cliff, grabbing onto two stones. you can pull yourself up comfortably. one stone glows a soft warm glow, bathing the area around it in pure light. the other, white, but with swirls and design dancing around it, breathing as if alive.
he pushes them off.
you hold on by your fingertips
now hes stepping on your hands. it's only a matter of time.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
all scratched up and thrown askew
Overdose on antidepressants, suppressants, represents, keep it back let it fester
Heretic's fork heretics fork heretic's fork drippin down my collarbone let it brew let it stew congeal and shatter
Heretic's fork heretics fork heretic's fork drippin down my collarbone let it brew let it stew congeal and shatter
.
i dont feel like writing to be honest. bvbgv cbn
cant focus. cant think. cant cant cant
something smells like burning.
they know what they want
cant focus. cant think. cant cant cant
something smells like burning.
they know what they want
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
JOURNAl
I feel FUCJK
Because ZACH I S DRINKINBG AND DAD WANTS T O TURN OFF THE WIFI BC I WAS ST|UPID ENOUGHT NBOT TRO WEAR HEADPHONES WHEN IM TALKING TO MY FRIEND S AND ONE OF THEM THOUFHT IWAS TALLKING AVBOUT FICTIONAL CHARAXCTEWRS BUT IT WAS MY DAD AND THE GUY SAID "WHO THE FUYCK IS RICHARD MARKHAM" AND MY DAD WAS THERWE AND HE GOT SO PISSED HE GOT SO PUSDED I WANNA DIUE AND ZACJH IS DRINKING AND I COULDNT HELP HIM I COULDNT HELP HIM AND NOW HES GONNA END UP LIKE ME
I am a # FUCJ
Because AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Because ZACH I S DRINKINBG AND DAD WANTS T O TURN OFF THE WIFI BC I WAS ST|UPID ENOUGHT NBOT TRO WEAR HEADPHONES WHEN IM TALKING TO MY FRIEND S AND ONE OF THEM THOUFHT IWAS TALLKING AVBOUT FICTIONAL CHARAXCTEWRS BUT IT WAS MY DAD AND THE GUY SAID "WHO THE FUYCK IS RICHARD MARKHAM" AND MY DAD WAS THERWE AND HE GOT SO PISSED HE GOT SO PUSDED I WANNA DIUE AND ZACJH IS DRINKING AND I COULDNT HELP HIM I COULDNT HELP HIM AND NOW HES GONNA END UP LIKE ME
I am a # FUCJ
Because AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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