my head's a mess
These monsters might as well be the end of me.
Don't tell me i'm pretty, i know i'm not. I'm sorry that i keep slitting, or maybe i'm not.
The thoughts that I have at midnight are pretty lame. I almost overthink about everything and even annoy the things that I don't even know.
I didn't think I'd post this one because I don't think I make any sense, since it's about me always overthinking, which leads me to lose sight of the point.
I know I have a tendency to overreact, glide over the facts like stepping stones, make uneven jigsaws of jagged conclusions, snagging logic away with untried corners I know I have a tendency to overth...
She was troubled. Her own enemy. Nothing in this world could bring her down the way she could. I can see how she tried. She’s conflicted. Terrified that every move is the wrong one.
These monsters might as well be the end of me.
Don't tell me i'm pretty, i know i'm not. I'm sorry that i keep slitting, or maybe i'm not.
The thoughts that I have at midnight are pretty lame. I almost overthink about everything and even annoy the things that I don't even know.
I didn't think I'd post this one because I don't think I make any sense, since it's about me always overthinking, which leads me to lose sight of the point.
I know I have a tendency to overreact, glide over the facts like stepping stones, make uneven jigsaws of jagged conclusions, snagging logic away with untried corners I know I have a tendency to overth...
She was troubled. Her own enemy. Nothing in this world could bring her down the way she could. I can see how she tried. She’s conflicted. Terrified that every move is the wrong one.