Zombified, my body fights to get up and move, but my limbs beg me for mercy. I turn on my back as the trails from the bathroom lights follows my pupils. I am breathing, but does this really make me alive? Fuck, why did I ever try to fix my chemicals. Why did I ever do this to myself. I would have been better off living and gritting my teeth than using a pill bottle as a rattle like a baby.
There is a concerning lack of Insomnium on this site.
Insomnium - Down With The Sun
only weak people don’t wear black in summer
"You know, a long time ago being crazy meant something. Nowadays everybody’s crazy."
― Charles Manson
cats are the shit
cats are so fucking funny, this cheered me up so much