Self-destructive behaviour may also manifest itself in an active attempt to drive away other people.
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The glitter of compact discs and all my favorite bones.
Long after the campfire scent of your sweat has left the premise.
"
—head lolls out the passenger window,
radio on, past the prison
and the desert shops
we stopped for
for towels,
chain smoking.
Pink puke on the grey rocks
after a box of wine
and a racoon attack in Stallion Springs.
—Eyes like
white moons, your eyes..
Dark rooms, my heart..
oak looms that axed,
burn and spin on the factory floor
"— Stallion Springs by Olly Todd
I hurt because I really wish my Mother was in her right state of mind. And I hurt because I fucking miss her and wish she would get better and fix herself. I hurt because I doubt that will happen. And I hurt because my Father was never really there. A boy shouldn’t grow old without his parents. I have yet to ask for anything this Christmas, but maybe all I really want is a conventional family. I know there’s no such thing as “normality” but the love is almost gone. Everything is hanging by threads. So Wednesday, I’ll head to Connecticut to spend the week with my family (cousins, aunt) up there. Seeing my mother sober and well would really make my Holiday. I know I’ve really fucked up lately, but I’m so lost. I need a constant in my life; some fucking security.
Successfully played my first show last night. Everyone seemed to enjoy it, even after I verbally shit on the entire audience. ;)
Trophy Scars- Cats As A Measurement of Time
This album tickles the fuck out of my fancy.
Nobody loves me as much as I hate myself.
Around this date, last year.
