in regards to "almost there"
This is how i feel.. with each day met, more and more of me is given away.
Letter to a friend :
once you lead the life of thee unedited, your head gets jumbled and your insides rumble until you have no other option but to throw them all up.
make sure you’re around paper when this happens though. or else you're fucked. i woke up reciting a story in my head this morning, about living on 2 sides of a grave. i’ve gone insane.. but i’ve never felt more alive.
Drag me in, drag me out.. its all the same inside.
good luck m’dear