Writings for Winter: we tried to complete each other, but all we got was this hole the size of alaska
1. I’m sorry you were so high we both had to help each other to bed the first time I met you. But you told me afterwards that loving me was its own kind of drug, and I never found your stash of cocaine again. If I want to get high again, you said, I’ll kiss you so full of powdered sugar neither…
"But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head."
"We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap."
I wish I could confess my feelings.
I wish I could confide my thoughts.
I wish I could do this in my last breath.
I wish I could take my last breath.