Fuck
i almost forgot about this account
ive been laying low
doing nothing
absolutely nothing
its the safest thing I can do
and also the most torturous
the boredom is eating me alive
you lie to yourself
try to forget the past
but the voices never stop
and the dreams always recur
and you know the journal must be opened
and you fear that any day
theyll come for you again
but its weird you know
i kind of miss them
i think they've broken me