'Did you catch my name?
I'm the one who's heart you broke
You can call me ____'
I censor things because I'm a paranoid bitch. I don't know what I want. Dreams are killing me.
Two nights ago I was back in the hardest part of my adolescence and he was there instead of the son of a bitch who messed me up in the first place. If I met him first, I don't think I'd be so cynical. I hate looking into things but I've analysed and analysed that dream. I see a little...
I refuse to say what last nights dream was at all. For the sake of this being a censored blog. But oh dear sweet Jesus. I woke up in a state of 'wtf'.
Dearest you, by writting what's on your mind; you're killing me.
Dearest dreams, leave me alone; I barely sleep anymore.
Dearest heart, shut the fuck up; I don't want to hear you.
Dearest readers if you exist, think I'm crazy yet?
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