Waking up at dawn
To find I lost my crown
Shit show shit show shit show.
Rushes inside of me. This is not common as far as feelings go. I feel like I have done so much to deserve this but shit… really?
The inner child in me is very much alive. This gives me hope.
I feel wrong. I feel like I have been running in a direction that is pointless. Shooting myself in the foot and certainly lost myself quite sometime ago. Help.
Randomly crying on a Saturday night. FTW
Opened every door and window to feel inside out.
So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. —Dead Poets Society
(via resistance-of-the-dead)