The Sleeping Masks

I actually have been gone more days this year than Ive been home.
which makes me wonder-
if i dont call where im living home, am i living here?

Im sick of hating that crack of light that gets through my curtains
probably because its the reason i lie to myself and tell me will keep me awake at night
I'll sleep anyways, or not sleep.
but if im honest with why i do or dont
will anything really change, when its all flipped around?


Thinking about running around a theatre.
or running away
which isnt the first time.
for the theatre thing- but away still sounds nice

i dont think id love the music i like nearly as much, if id hated last year half as much as i hate it now during last year. i thought it was the shit last year, i thought I was the SHIT.just goes to prove u how wrong those stereotypes can be. its kindof like, you cant see how hot that grill actually is, but you can see how Hot, that grill Actually is.

ill go sleep now.

and think about how much noone really misses me whenever i miss them,
or half as much as i think ill miss everyone else.

the point is nothing.

cry me now. love me later.

all of the above.

cummedyeghate

cummedycacophony

cummeyegha.