Autumn's angel

.........9a.m.
I shot myself in the forehead and i fell back to my pillow, again and again. Nothing really mattered at this point in my life. Blame it on the open panels, the nicotine free weed, or my exhausted freedom.
My body aches for death and death only. "fuck", i lie openly.
I lie a lot, no wonder i haven't cared about searching for any answers. There wasn't anything wrong with me, i just didn't care anymore. Not about them, not about you, and not about me. Things just go the way they go.
Almost like the way you'd slowly feel warm on the inside when you're making love with some one, i guess. It's kinetic energy, push comes to shove. Rock n' roll stuff. I love how elastic my world gets, one moment i'm free falling and the next i'm flying...i don't know. I guess i'll just keep shooting myself till my alarm wakes the dead.

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Damn it