when reality is so surreal it's difficult to stay sane.
none of your clothes look right anymore, the sun goes down before you even wake up, sometimes you spend whole days staring into pc screens and thin air and paint your nails only to remove it again right after, other nights you end up with glow stick liquid on your face, things that felt familiar and safe have become cold and distant (and vice versa) and you realize you've forgotten what it's like to be heartbroken. you almost appear to fuck things up on purpose, maybe you do. but you don't know why.
and dealing with is so less tempting than hiding in bed and pretend you never got up in the first place.
the knife - you make me like charity