Awkward smiles caught by fellow public transport victims as I listen to my iPod.

You won’t ever be able to comprehend my mind and it’s state. I’ll hide away and keep an eye out, waiting on the day you seek me rather than the usual struggle to find a reply from you.

I miss you.

Can’t wait to be under the needle again.

I thought I’d be happy. No most certainly, not a surprise. Bury my head in my hands and prepare myself to move on.

I’ve done a lot of drugs but never felt like this before

Do what you do best, push yourself away

Life’s a cute bitch full of estrogen, And when she gives you lemons nigga throw them at pedestrians

The smell of grape hubba bubba reminds me of you