dustin rayvon.
spend all you have for loveliness.
buy it an never count the cost.
for one white singing hour of peace,
count many a year of strife well lost.
and for a breath of ecstasy;
give all you have been or could be.
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Landslide…
Is my theme song right now.
I wish a landslide would roll me away. Everything is my fault and I’m the only one to blame. I need to let go of everything and start over with a clean slate… I hope everything works out for the better.
I haven’t felt this shitty since middle school. That’s when you know it’s bad; when you start relating your 18 year old self to the once miserable kid trying to find himself in the sardine can that is Shivela. I hate sounding like a fucking cry baby… Must be the result of me never crying. I’m getting older but why can’t I seem to grow the fuck up. Get it together, man. Have some balls, see the world for what it really is, everything is your fault, you’re self-centered, annoying, loud, vulgar, never making sense, over dramatic, always talking in circles, a nervous wreck, a worried douche, a hypocrite, a liar, a prick, an asshole, a potential burnout with nothing ahead of him, far from everything that actually matters.
I hate myself right now.
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Blank.
As I keep drowning in your sea of uncertainty, I will continue to find a way to the surface… What ever it takes.
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I really hate…
Liars and hypocrites.
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