every year that passes, my mother grasps onto new new years traditions this year shes clinging to chinese new year traditions, yelling at me to stop my meds, stopping hers, for health and wealth she says, but i know its a greater fear. the past years have been so immensely stressful, with and without greater events going on. its her way of holding onto hope. i wish i had that, something tangible i just can't believe in it. has something broken in me? i cannot hold false hope anymore, it hurts too much when my spirits are dashed. making me promise to eat, take my meds, be a star moved six times last year so how can i not feel alone in a place where i can actually rest, build a home like i’m puttin up condemned signs i don't like the pressure and the deadlines wanna chase the high of making headlines i need to recover give me more time i need to recover give me more time give me more time"
- fraxiom , it breaks my brain
cynicism is tiring. i don't want to deal with this
"who the fuck do you think that you are
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