Skin is crawling. Lungs aren’t working, Mouth is dried shut. Fingers wont stop twisting. Brain is borderline bi-polar.
Time to wait anxiety attack off on tumblr.
I’d sink the same boat i’m working on, just to kill the captain.
If there’s one thing that I’ve learn’t, it’s that not all bad decisions turn out bad.
Well at least not yet.
I’ve had DeJa Vu pretty much constantly the past 6 days and i’ve had that many epiphany’s in the past four days it’s freaking me out.
Never really been the insightful type but it’s messing with my head.
I just want to go back to the start of 2011 before bad things started to happen, change things and never touch that fucking dreaded SSRI.
it’s where I could be and where I am due to fruitless shit that makes me the saddest i’ll ever be.
"Well I lie and I’m easy
All of the time I am never sure
Why I need you
Pleased to meet you!"