13.12.13

lying in bed listening to a playlist i have just made on my ipod

1. i can't make you love me, bon iver
2. the ice is getting thinner, dcfc
3. calendar girl, stars
4. dead hearts, stars
5. personal, stars
6. what sarah said, dcfc
7. brothers on a hotel bed, dcfc
8. hammer and strings, jack's mannequin
9. youth, daughter
10. medicine, daughter
11. maybe, isbells

oh i am trying for darn sure and i am doing so well i couldn't be prouder of myself

no

i can feel my bones turning metal cold on the inside, something piercing scurrying through the hollows of my veins, something freezing over in my gut—a hint of the familiar ache has once again visited

it feels good doesn't it

no

and it'll feel even better if maybe you could force your head to spill some cheap tears out

no

because now all you can do is revisit the same old abyss of insanity in your head—just look, look at how you clutch your head and wrap yourself up in fetal position

no nono no non o no no no nono no

play on

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey joy, you seem generally happier now than when I first started reading your blog and old twitter and I feel happy for you :-) which is why it was a little painful reading this post. I don't mean that you should post to the preference of your readers or anyone but I just hope that you will keep being as happy as anyone could possibly be because you deserve happiness :-)

joy said...

hi thank you this is incredibly sweet of you i don't know what to say but thank you thank you thank you . .