the tag on the toe will read "who cares?"- and there's nothing worse than feeling sick in your own skin.

i'm tired of being me.

there's someone in hell that looks just like me wearing a shirt that says "try harder, fail faster". i sent him a postcard that says "i'll be home soon". on my hand i drew a line and wrote a note that says: don't cut below the line. i woke up today and remembered my childhood as every failing hero from every movie i have ever seen. who am i kidding? but when i'm gone remember me as the person i always wished i was.

"here's to eyes that are brighter than mine"

this is only temporary as everything is. i doubt anyone will notice it began or that it ends. she told me all great things begin like this. when i look at her i wish i was great. when i am looking at the sky from my roof right now i think it is maybe crashing- and i think i shouldn't waste anymore wishes tonight on anything but sleep. i don't want anything to do with your drama when it's crushing me but i love it at every other moment. i feel like such a drag. i find myself writing wasted saturday nights on napkins and wishing i was dead in the passenger seat of this car. the pen is like a lit cigarette- lonely and burning. falling alseep with it in my hand. i wish i had the courage to press down on a razor. i am tracing the distance between our cities on a map. and it's taking all i've got just to breathe. please let me ruin your life. please wait up for me.