yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


there is blood between the piano keys, the white is stained reddish brown. i remember when i could play so quickly and i remember you standing next to me, your eyes following the notes on the page at the same time as mine, your hands tapping out the beats on your thigh.

no ones going to love you just because you fucked them. no ones going to love you for cutting yourself and crying all the time. no one is going to call you on valentines day and no ones going to find it attractive that you are always drunk or high.

i hope you accidentally push down too hard on that blade, i hope you die. i dont mean to sound cruel, its just the way i feel. i hope nothing works out for you. i hope you dont get what you want ever again, that someone tells you you're ugly and makes you feel the way you want to. i hope you disappear.

d-land