Point me to the sky above
I can't get there on my own
Walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones
I have seen the demon's face
I have heard of her death place
I fall down on my knees in praise of the
Horrible things that took her away
if you don't know who sings this song
i may have to shoot you, post haste. also, palm reading is full of shit,
nothing really fun to talk about today besides the fact that i love the misfits
and my great-grandma was talking to flowers
and i apparently was hallucinating again
well.
also, 8 days since i last cut
i've been saying also alot.
its kinda of annoying.
okay it's really annoying
so is the fact that i know this text wont be published centered fuck you wattpad
working on can we pretend to live again, it's a lot of fun to write which is probably not a good sign
but we all know im suicidal
palm reading said i'm social and have a very positive outlook on life
i've been miserable for as long as i can remember
im pretty sure i was born depressed
palm reading what the fuck are you smoking
it did get one thing right though
i am a very erotic and affectionate lover
truths
