{Feed The Addict}

Hello my dearest. It seems as though you have been drawn to this
page. I am sorry to disappoint you but I'm really nothing special, there's no way around that. I'm a confused girl that has been tattered and torn very frequently on multiple occasions. In my eyes I have no self worth and I'd rather live for others than that of myself. There are 3 things that mean alot to me... Relationships {whether that be friendship or other}, Music and Art {or in turn self expression}. You mess with those things when it comes to me, I will not be happy. I'm addicted to many things, writing and caffeine are the 2 most prominent. Then there is.. music, drawing on myself and chipping the black nail polish on my frequently dark nails. I hate being alone, it makes me go mental. Even though I'm alone alot.. I'm a social person, I enjoy the company of others. There is this thing called love that I strongly believe in, but I think it's beyond the butterflies and the tingling of the skin. People can be in love with soo many things other than another human being {if that's what you really want to call us}. Love isn't something that happens over night, it sinks into your system, it creeps into your thoughts. It completely overcomes you but not in an instant. So, if you are dating someone for less than a 2 month period do not tell me you love them, just avoid that subject all together. I've had messed up moments in my life that some people may regret but I don't regret them because they are the moments that dictate who I am RIGHT now, and I appreciate that because I will always rather be myself than anyone else.

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The Neighbourhood Is Bleeding - Manchester Orchestra

I heard the neighborhood was bleeding.
Pressed shirts and raincoats for the cause.
5000 termination papers.
Can you read them, if you’re sleeping?

Cause formulas are for nothing, if I can barely get to sleep.
Well I can be lonely if she’s happy, after all.

I heard that I was close to dying.
IV’s and dirty drips for the cause
5000 termination papers.
Can you read them, I can see them?

Cause diagnostics are nothing, can you figure out a cure for me.
That can finally set me free, after all.

I’ll find a way out
I’ll find a way out
I’ll find a way out of here
Do you believe me?
Just watch me.

Cause pillowcases are something, for when reality gets obscene.
I’m filling feathers around my teeth, after all.
Are stars still dying for nothing? it isn’t fair but its reality.
I need a miracle in my veins, after all

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