This is magically sitting on my guitar right now.
Mind's Eye
When you think that the beginning of something is going to start, when in reality, it’s only starting in your brain, and the things that fucked with you in the past present themselves again and again, over and over. The temptations, the false love.
Cynicism is bliss.
Whether you’re truly tired of imminent heart break and whether you hate that whatever you try to do for people you get shut out, even though you thought you were close to the “love”. You watch people love each other, you watch people enjoy each other’s presence, you watch people that you thought loved you, love someone more, make you feel non-existent. Whether it’s brought on by your brain, or reality…it is happening to you…
I’m drunk. I also despise myself, I guess… I think.
Mhm.
You’ll never be truly happy, as long as you hope and pray for what you want. Regardless of what happens to you extrinsically, your intrinsic self won’t want to exist. Death is the only thing you’ll be able to look forward to.
