Sometimes, You Have To Spit In Other People's Sinks.

Sometimes, you have to ash in other people’s cars and steal their rollies and spit in their sinks. When you have no other option available.

Sometimes, you have to lie on someone’s kitchen floor and listen to your ex fucking your bff in the bathroom, the sounds of their breaths easily protruding the paperthin wall.

Life here is an endless cycle of bullshit, same old shit, same old people. Sometimes you have to break down. When you push your emotions to the bottom of the bottle so you can drink from the top, sooner or later they’re gonna come bubbling up to the surface, melting your spine (or maybe that was the morphine) as your eyes cry acid and your skin burns.

Instead of lungs I have balloons, because balloons are replacable and they come in pretty colors and they cant get cancer. Its a pretty simple procedure, actually. Only costs a couple hundred bucks. After the initial operation, you just replace the balloons every three weeks at your own convenience. Like magic, you dont need to breathe anymore.

My heart is 80% duct tape. My eyes are glass windows, two-way mirrors. There are bars over them, but theyre not bulletproof. I am so goddamn vulnerable.

Sometimes you have to go numb. Its better to feel nothing at all than to feel everything at once. Can’t even handle that shit. And it’s better to live for your next fix than to have nothing to live for, right?

Sometimes, you have to play the role of awkward, tearstained third wheel to your ex and his new gf all night, trying to suppress the urge to shoot the two people you love and trust most in the world right in the fucking face.