I'm tired. its twelve and im thinking abt the things i have to do in the next three mths and icant seem to fathom myself doing them i think its the signs of procastination oh why oh why cant i rid myself of this bug its irritating the hell out of me i dont want to look back at all the time i burned and cry over the ashes FUCK remember the lit text in secondary sch that had a short story without punctuation yea this post is to remind you of that if you are from rvhs you know what im talking about

For every word said
i bet a whole lot more goes unspoken
and how would you know
If you only let it go