my spree of imperfections.

someone help me. i need time.

im so sick of this. im so sick of everything. & i cant stop myself. i know its no use continuing. but its a habit i cant out grow. at least not this time. not now. when i cant even figure myself out, let alone everyone else's emotions.

when my world's going insane. i wish i was plastic. then at least i wont feel my emotions. at least i'll always smile. at least the world wouldn't be that much of a hasle.

at least scars dont remain.