i can’t stand it, it’s easily compared to a ringing in my ears that only goes away when i am sleeping. during the state of sleep, i try and think of 3 years ago, it usually doesn’t go as i’d prefer it to. waking is a different story, my ears welcoming nothing but silence, this is how i can tell i am scraping the floor of the ocean. i guess this is a pretty easy fix, i like being alone, a lot more than being with anyone of my choice. i hope someday i will find you, and other times i hope that someday i will come to terms with myself and enjoy my own company; rather than digging for gold. first things first, as my mother has always told me. i need to break down the fucking brick wall and replace it with a steel wall, to keep you out of my head, also to keep you from effecting my emotions. miles away from you is where i would rest my head, peacefully. (maybe in a year or two.) all that i can physically do is continue writing music, about our horrible memories and how you helped me see through a fucking cheap liar; a FUCKING CHEAP LIAR. victims are always             rewarded with self deprivation. 

dead boyz can’t fly

what i’m trying to say is

thank acid that i am human, intricacy in everything and i love it. 

Anonymous asked:
u masturbate

actually, i haven’t masturbated in years. that reminds me…


i feel like i fucked myself over with how big my stretched ears are.
job?

i’d like one.





might just become the best skramz musician ever instead.