Hurt

I feel terrible. Always obsessing. Always overthinking. I cannot stop thinking. My brain is always busy. I navigate between highs and lows. My head is full of quotes and music. And pictures. I have so many pictures, on old CDs, my animated gifs, my art. I will find it and put it on here, because this is my own place. I’m obsessing about folders too, the back-end, the plugins, the back-ups, the database, the hosting. I’m still such a geek. I could spend my life in front of the computer.

It’s summer and life could be easy and carefree.

But I’m never easy and carefree. Almost never.
But more and more lately.

Hurt

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

NIN