I know it's dire, my time today. I have these thoughts so often, I ought to replace that slot with what I just bought cause somebody stole my car radio, and now I just sit in silence. Sometimes quiet is violent. I'm forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real. I could pull the steering wheel.
this is funny cause i actually said something uite like it about The Fault In Our Stars. "Well, this book tore my heart out of my chest, ripped it up, stomped on it a few times, lit it on fire, then sewed it back into my ribcage" thats almost an exact quote of what i said. haha