March 2, 2015 (continued)
I'm sorry how I've lost myself. It hurts to be right now.
When I got high I did anything to get back down.
All this change causes pain, I apologize for trying to hold on to solid ground.
I'm so goddamn tired I could sleep forever.
(Once again, it hurts to be right now.)
I'll wake up tomorrow and try to recover.
You'll be fine too, just try not to smother.
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Circles
ŞiirTales of friendships gone stale and words from a teenager with borderline personality disorder.
