I wish I could put a headline. 
Yet nothing can encapsulate my thoughts. 
Big words. 
I must be drunk. 
But a headline would draw more viewers yes. 
And sometimes I'm not sure if that's a good thing. 
I'm on 2 favorite journal lists. 
And I think even that is too much. 
Will my poison infect those around me?
Sometimes I fear that it will. 
Words and words. 
Yet dispite what I was told words will never hurt you. 
I prefer sticks and stones.
I have so much chaos in my life sometimes I feel like I won't be able to find my way home.
I need to get a breathilizer lock on this journal. 
I'm always surprised by what I find in the morning when I finally come to. 
When they finally make an app for this placed I'm gonna be screwed😂😂😂
I just want the right girl to marry. 
Haha no I'm lying. 
I just need someone to understand the hate of myself and of others to just love me. 
Too much to ask I know. 
Especially when I myself can't love. 
Ironic. 
Can't love but can still suffer from it. 
Is this the price of selling my soul?
All the years I've lived and I mean mortal years, and all the bullshit Ive been thru I've come to realize that friends and other relationships become a burden on your life. 
I mean let's face it not many will be there for the little inconviences in your life. 
Don't mind me. 
Just drunken ramblings.
Innocence. 
Something I've never had. 
I mean like never. 
Not as a child. 
Never as an adult. 
Is this possible?
All children are innocent. 
Are they not?
Yet I wasn't. 
What does this mean for my life?
Or death?
COMMENTS
Yes, all children are innocent.
Toddlers are assholes.
COMMENTS
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NinaHeart
07:00 May 24 2015
Beautiful.