Ultraviolence
He used to call me poison Like I was poison ivy I could've died right then 'Cause he was right beside me I think I should start writing again. And by that I mean document my thoughts. Partly because they are always racing anymore. The concept of growing up and not being able to vent to your best friends about every little detail you think of anymore fucking sucks. You took for granted how easy it was to have your own personal therapist on hand with whatever you needed to express. Now we're older and busy, stressed and tired. We don't have that unlimited time to listen to each others nonsense. Especially because most of it is now very real and deeper topics than just what stupid shit went on in English class, or how the train ride home was a nightmare. So I keep all these thoughts in my head drift around and wait until the next whirlwind of intrusive thoughts enters for me to obsess over. Like how I've given up one addicti...