April 2011
I want this wildness to leave.
This wildfire is getting out of control. It’s spreading to my brain. I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I’m trying to be good. I’m trying to follow the basic laws I’ve always set for myself. You make me break them. All my walls are on fire right now as we speak, and I’m burning them down for something that isn’t even worth it. Make it stop. Call the fire fighters, put it out. Ashes and soot, the pity remains. It’s all too sexual. To primitive. It’s my animal instinct. I miss the old me. Why do I always let others mold me and press me out into something new? Make it stop. Pour me out. Please. I’m sick. I need help. I need something. Anything. I’m begging.
You're so much cuter than your sister.
:) That made my day.
