Mosaic

Hate to pull this out out of no where, but I’m still the same emotional wreck I was through out high school. I still smile with an invisible gun held to my head. I still find the white water and the waves against the rocks to be a suitable way to die. I’m just getting this off my chest because for some reason people seem to think I’m doing better; feeling better. But goddamn the world is so wrong. 

But can I really talk to anybody about this? No. Pas du tout.