brainless is painless

all these things and nowhere to put them. you were right when you said this town is a bad influence on me. i'm just as bad of an influence on parts of it. leading the expedition to some terrible depths, saying it will be ok, knowing that it never has been and never will be. serving horror stories with a smile to make them sound more appetizing. one scoop or two?

basically

i came home and slept for 24 hours because being awake here is too much to take. i need to go back where i don't feel like my brain is collapsing in on itself from all the hot fuck stupid nonsense boring idiot useless talk nothingness.

what's mined is your's.

only endless alcohol and the need to drive to escape my mind keep the mine from collapsing. my maze of tunnels just keeps getting deeper. i've never been one for good timing.

resurrect me

this place is suffocating me and i'm going numb from feeling nothing but cold inside. there's nothing left inside my lungs. i need to be resuscitated.

it's really not over yet. one hundred different couches, the blue-grey of early morning, the taste of sobering up, and birds replacing bugs as white noise are the only constants in my life anymore. somehow, it's never all been as difficult as this.

i'll never stop

because i don't know how.