pointless

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.

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