I want to be a good writer. I want to tell the truth and be honest with the world. But how can I do that when I’m always lying to myself? I’ve been writing and re-writing this post, but the truth is, I have no idea what I’m going to say. I want to say something but nothing is worth saying. My life is at the point where I’m sort of flatlining. Not in a bad way, but not in a good way either. Too many things have happened between the last post and this one. Even though I want to be as transparent as possible, some things just aren’t meant to be shared with the world. So, I’m sorry. Is withholding truth the same as lying? I should stop writing now. I don’t know what point I’m trying to make.
Month: July 2019
getting high these days feels easier than ever
help! i’m drowning
my lungs full of liquid guilt –
guilt. guilt. guilt.
why am i so damn guilty?
it’s like my heart doesn’t pump blood, it pumps guilt
i float when i’m high– ohhh i get it now hIGH hahaha–
off-rhythm heart beat
why is my breathing so irregular?
a million shards caught in my throat
i can’t swallow my broken-glass words
it hurts too much
i’m drowning and i’m floating and i’m choking
this is my life
