live every day like you won’t die or you will be lost forever.
maybe the reason why i’ve lost everything is simple…its always been my fault. i should have stayed home tonight but instead i wandered around trying to find something i should have forgot. i found you at the same time i lost my identity and for the last four months i keep crashing and burning until one day i’m going to end up buried beneath ashes that cover up the path you crossed. its not easy getting all my ducks to play in a row so all these pieces under my feet are what keep me incomplete. souvenirs from tragedies. the next time you see one of those bag ladies with a shopping cart full of god knows what do yourself a favor and pretend you weren’t looking. if she was me then i believe each empty bag would represent what it feels like every time i see those numbers over and over in my head like the ticker stopped in the middle of counting down until i get to push the button that will keep blinking red. i wonder what a psychologist would think if he spent fifty five hours over the course of two weeks with yours truly.