rebeccaerin
My body quivers at the thought. I am standing. Shaking. Everything stands in my way. How do I conquer this? How can I possibly succeed when I have no chance. I have no start. I am not good enough. I stand alone. My body quivers at the thought. Just me and my skeleton.
I received my first ticket today. How do I break it to them? How will I ever be allowed to drive again. Will they trust me? Something so simple and easy as going over the speed limit can ruin everything so quickly.
The rage transcends through words. Turning into some postmortem affair. I cannot control myself. I become violent.
Light up. The burn you feel when you inhale sears like never before. It heals but kills. Hold. You hold in to feel euphoria. Exhale. There is no relief. Repeat.
To be treated in such a foul way, disgusts me. Playing constant games. Tossing and turning into an obsequious waste. Boys do not have proper etiquette when it comes to love.
It kills. It will eat you alive. It will devour you into an endless abyss. Shutting you down and never letting you open up again. It puts an end to it all.