i don't know.

i don't know what i have to say.
candlebox-blossom.
motley crue-afraid.
nirvana-polly.
that's basically what i have to say.

i don't talk anymore though.
the valiums talk for me, or the vicodin, or the xanax.
and it pisses me off, because if i'm talking to adam, or haley, or zach, i'm effing fine.
i don't need pills to talk to them, or to be happy around them.
but around my aunt, or mom, or cousin, yeah. i need a little boost.
i scratch until i bled, [i'm on a plain. haha.]
it's just weird.

and i confessed something to zach.
no one else knows. aside from the guy, and me obviously.
but no one knows. and i f-ckin' told him, 'cause i was on 3 too many things.
i just want to go home.
i want to crawl up in bed, and go to sleep for ten bazillion years.
and he like, cares and sh-t. it's not like i told him and he was all, "don't talk to me."
but yeah.
it was basically my one and only secret. and he helped me feel better-tons better.
but i just wish i could keep my damn mouth shut.

fuck you, michigan.

-em.