Ask me anything

Everything seems so beautiful and okay even though in the grand scheme of things, I'm still too emotionally destructive to realize it, my phone's battery at 8% in my pocket, but I'll wait and fantasize about sticking things in electrical sockets or holding hands in the grassy feilds, or wearing matching sweaters; I dont know. How my body would shake and shudder and my eyes would roll backward to see the projections in my skull.

My friends tell me I'm a good person and not a total fuck up but I kind of don't believe anything they're saying so I just kind of grin.
'I am not this charming man
Sometimes I need to stop and slow my hands from trembling
I woke up to get knocked down but I still strained to hear the sound
of wind against my house, this tired game of cat and mouse

Lie to me
Tell me of lost loves and former glories
Lie to me
Tell me every great, ironic story
Oh I'm fucking dying to know who keeps you company
But I'm not sure if I can stay up anymore
I'm not sure
And I'm not sure if it's worth singing anymore
I'm not sure'

We all cope with life, and by "we" I mean everyone but me.
There is just something entirely too hopeful about watching broken things glow.

Ask me anything; I'll be honest.