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i am everything hollywood wants to be
I am only God knows why

i've been racing around in circles for days. not just days, more like months. every minute i get dizzier, and i like it more and more everytime. i've grown quite fond of the look of the world from my view, all blurry and smeared together like childrens fingerpaint. as i race, i wait...
and no one ever sees me sitting on the bench inside of the nut house, quietly waiting for the doctor but never getting my turn. i just want a professionals opinion, another take on me. just diagnose me with something so i can stop racing. so i can stop guessing. diagnose my insanity so i can be free from this white jacket i put myself in so willingly. i want to be my own pill. be my own medication. even better, be my own cure. i dont want your attempts. save yourself.
i have enough of my own problems.
dear god, dont make me feel guilty for yours.
and, this is not about you.

from the look of the sky tonite god was decorative.

if it wasnt for nora, i would be fucking dead on the curb. or maybe freezing in the snow, on my way to go hurt something. maybe not that bad, but lets just say she's saving me.