24 May 2014

I feel insane inside my own body . . . and if it were possible for my skeleton to detach itself from all that flesh and all that wiring from the inside it would certainly crawl right out my mouth and run away

And hell, I wouldn’t blame it

The poor thing is twisted to hell and along for this awful ride whether it wants to be or not

The ride isn’t fun anymore . . . I want to crawl out and run away too