Sunday, April 21, 2013

Jesse

I want to tell you that it's all going to be alright.
I want to promise that I know what I'm doing and I won't hurt you. I can't.


I feel like I've been doing this all wrong for far too long - I'm not sure how it started, though, which makes it hard to know where it's going.

I'm claustrophobic. I need air and open space. I need advice that no one can give. I need to fix myself before I break everything.

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Life's for livin' child, can't you see?