i need inspiration. i go on and on about it... but it's air, it's life. without it, i am nothing. i can't feel, can't breathe, can't bleed. i'm tired and i still have no idea where all of this is going.
i have so many dreams about closets and death and gym teachers and bleeding wrists. i wake up breathing hard, sometimes crying, sometimes shoved up against the wall. i swear i am going insane.
