thisisntgospel

I'm sorry for disappearing, I'm having issues, you know? Staying clean is hard as hell right now

I tossed my blades. I'm actually really happy about that.

I just want to get outside of myself

Casually listening to music in a tree. You know, the usual

That one pesky thing stopping me from screwing up. Its probably for the best

You know there's a problem when you're blaring Mayday Parade. Alone. In your bedroom. In the dark.

Help

(of mismatched)

You might want to repost chapter eight, I can't read it for whatever reason.

Paradise eclipsed by hell
          Nothing is more true