Mixed emotions from a 17 year old.

Om-nom-nom-nom-omnomnomnomnomnom-HEST
-Om-nomnom-nom-om-nomnomnomnomnom-PEST.

Etc osv potatismos.

There's this neverending spin in my head.
I'd try to stop it if i ever dared.
But how will I get myself to even care.
It's really to much to bare.
I feel uncomfortable everywhere..
Will I ever find safety anywhere?

(Jag kan inte rimma egentligen folk, nej det där var bara en illusion)

Jag finner mig stressad, jag tycker inte om mina glasögon.
Jag tycker om min nya korsett, den sitter fint rakt, snyggt och slätt. (plätt? 8D)
(nej jag kan fortfarande inte rimma på riktigt)

"I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave
I want to earn your trust
Your faith
Your heart.. you'll never be decieved."

Some days ago, I found myself unable to sleep.
The thought's of which was hindering my sleep were:
I have broken so many hearts I could make a new one for a clone.
I take bits and pieces from those I break.
I never give them back, they are kept somewhere in the back of my mind.
When my anxiety sets in I torment myself with all the bits and pieces.
I am suffering.

This manic deppression is killing me.
But I'll survive.
That's what all the poeple says.
It's nothing serious, it's just a mental state, you can always ignore it.

Vet ni vad jag inte tycker om?
Strumpor i sandaler.
Och gelégodis, det är (for fuck sake) äckligt.