I love Vicky more than the sun and stars combined
And there’s a lot of fucking stars out there
The pulses, so deep and violent,
When will it stop? Will it go on forever?
Boom boom, fucking boom.
Thumping hard against my mind, like an axe digging deep into a tree’s soft pulp
The pulp of my mouth is what I’m speaking on.
My mouth is surrounded by metal barriers that serve as a constant reminder that I’m still just a little 16 year old punk,
With a lot to learn, yet willing to learn it
Boom boom, fucking boom.
I guess its just me but when I text I like to send long, detailed messages. I never understood the concept of short text messages really.
Sucks for the 3 people I text who have to endure my long and boring messages (Vicky, mom, dad once in a blue moon)
Let go of anger. Let go of pride. When you are bound by nothing you go beyond sorrow.
damn the struggle is rough right now. my mom is actually taking my laptop at 10:30 est time because she wants me to sleep.
i see you mom.
