Bria's Confession Session

Confession #8

I'm tired. Mentally. Physically. Spiritually. It's really all to much. I honestly don't understand. I honestly just give up. Well I did that a long time ago so maybe that's why I'm starting not to care.

And it's really never a good thing when I start not to care.

You know what's hilarious though? I could say and actually mean the fact that I don't care, but my body still reacts in ways that make me question that theory.

Like my stomach feels like it's dropping. But that and my heart is literally the only thing that's dropping. No tears. No physical response. It's all really bland. And once again dull. I hate it.

I don't even waste my tears, my time, my love anymore. I'm over this bullshit. I just wish my heart felt the same. It's still clinging onto hope even though that hope was destroyed the day 'they' became official.

Locked inside of me is a dam waiting to be open. But I threw that key away a long time ago.

I went and I came back. I'm currently high. Trapped in the blue swirls that's keeping my mind from wandering to unpleasant thoughts.

I'm highly entertained. Literally. You know why? Cause I'm so fed up with life. Now I'm just chilling. When I come down from my high, I'm gonna be numb. Cause that's how I felt before I got high.

High, high, high
Feeling dead inside side side
Need some weed to cloud my mind mind mind
Cause I feel like imma die die die
No lie lie lie

I need to stop. Cause I sound like a bitch. I am a bitch. But no one needs to know that. I don't let these sensitive sides show cause people just think I'm being weird. Well fuck you.

You, you, and you can go suck my dick.

The end...why the fuck are you still here?