Another sleepless night.

Another morning of waking up to the cold breeze floating in through my open window while your voice carries me into another moment of lost days and lost chances.
It's not the stupidity of my choices, but the fact that i'm too much of a fucking coward with a disguised stuttering problem and the shakes to shake the world. I can say it's all in one ear and out the other but just as soon i'd lose it to the rest of the garbled mess in my overcrowded head.

I'll call you Stella,
you'll be my All Time Low
and we'll fall in love with the bathroom floor.

I'll hold the needles at bay
and i'll hold him(my worst regret) back with a promise that i'll break the minute i make it.

I'd say somehting is wrong with me
BUT
that would mean i could fix it.
(which i can't.)

Basically.....
I'm jonesing for a hit. It's all i want and i'm shaking i want it so bad.
I want it more than sex,
i want it more than Trevor,
i want it more than any friend i've ever wanted.

But what i want,
i can't have.

Shake Me
Break Me
Tear Me
To Pieces

-Katie