...Lace Me Up...
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i feel like writing pretty words, but i have none.
i think i had an anxiety attack today. and when i say i think i had an anxiety attack, i mean; i have never had one before, so i'm not so sure what it's like.
but it was an attack of some/sort. there was an incredible craving for blood, and screaming, and loud angry music. and so i was walking around the house as if i was a chicken with my head cut off. i was scratching at my arms, and shaking my head.
it was too quiet, so i turned on slipknot and and in a way banged my head to that. i couldn't take it anymore and in atleast the next five seconds i found myself taking a cold shower.
i had my razorblade in there. but the coldness of the water had brought to another place, another time, and a different train of thought.
i was no longer tempted. for now that is
||And will You Tell all your Friends, You've Got your GUN(self-destruction weapon of choice) to my head?||
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listening - taking back sunday, cute without the e
feeling - stupid and dramatic
wanting - to run around and scream my favorite lyrics at the top of my lungs.