miscommunication

daft, and waking from some dream, i realize that the best thing for me today is to drive the soul out of the world back to that little town where i can at least find the edge i'm needing. and it's a feeling like i must escape. this confusion that is EVERYTHING i EVER say to ANYONE. i am out of context. i live that way. and when my heart breaks, you think it's something you said. and when it is something you said, they think its my situation in life. and when it's my situation in life, the one who broke my heart in the first place runs away.

but my words seem to mean unfortunate things, things never intended. and when the meanings are there and as obvious and the blood on my wrists, they fall on deaf ears.

i won't stop speaking for the sake of clarity. i enjoy noise pollution too much.

i'm not angry, i'm hurt. but hey, i probably already fucked up anyway so...







oh and josh, it's your fault.