Sep 29, 2014
Dumb
My favorite part of drinking: when I wKe up I feel like like brittle plastic the plastics bench you left outside for the little ones. The sun has turned me into dust the shape of what it was, I'll break easy if you want. I feel like that in my teeth, my joints, and ahhh yes my perception. I don't like that I'm not drinking, but I do love it. But god am I going to miss weeping over anything and everything that I see and feel, that hungover wannabe adult who just can't handle the plastic surrounding him. I think everyone is at the apex of their beauty when they are splitting into little pieces. I miss it
