My heart is going to burst. Lord knows I must have some internal head damage by now. I'm not sure the synapses in my brain are wired properly any more. More likely they've all rebelled and synced a rerouting of sense and information. I could vomit the little I put into my stomach today, or yesterday, if we're going to be matter of fact. My nail polish is scraping off as my nails grow into talons, ready to cut down the middle and shake this skin I've over worn. There has to be something inside, something left of the person I thought I would be. When did I stop living?

Labels: all the feelings, melodramatic