Veins without the blood, legs without the run, Sex without the cum, you got aids without the fun. I saw it and I knew it, I was right inside it
May 13, 2012
May 10, 2012
April 21, 2012
April 20, 2012
trauuuuuuuuu
“Why did you want to kill yourself?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I want to help you.”
“You can’t.”
“Well I’m going to try anyway.”
“Yea, I know you are. You’ll help for a week or two and then when I start to feel close to you I’ll tell you my secrets and you’ll find out how bad I really am. Then you’ll say how upset you are that I’m so depressed and you’ll say you’ll get me help. You’ll make empty promises, you’ll pretend like you care when inside you’ve given up on me. I’ll learn that I can’t tell you those things anymore, and you willstop asking about them, even though you know it’s still happening. We’ll grow distant and I’ll hate myself for opening up to you. You won’t realise that I’ll try to kill myself again. We’ll still talk, but there will always be that awkwardness. Because you gave up. Because everyone does in the end. Your closest friends become far away figures and you are left on your own to cope with these fucked up emotions and you have no idea how. Everyone gives up and I mean everyone. And that, more than anything, made me want to die.”
April 15, 2012
When was the last time you wanted to say it all to the right person? To have it all come out right, to surprise yourself at how together you could be. When was the last time you ever met someone who made you want to give it all to them? I mean give yourself to them. Where you couldn’t express yourself enough - like you wanted to cut off one of your arms to be understood. That’s it - you would cut your head off to have someone understand you. You know how pointless that one is. You know how many times you’ve smashed yourself to bits on the rocks.
Henry Rollins
