I miss my childhood so much.
I would try dressing like im six,simple t-shirts with teddy bear on it,converse sneakers, frilly socks...and of course,my messy hair.

I dont mind getting my knees dirty or scabs on my shins,those sneakers would make me flinch,those sneakers wont talk to me at night,those sneakers wont hurt me like i have really felt.I dont worry about how i'll feel in the morning until the morning comes.i bite my skin off the tips of my fingers like im aiming for the bone,because the stress and pain hit your bone deep.

bone deep - its almost romantic sounding,but it isn't being so broken such a romantic thing anymore?

sad music doesn't even phrase me.
instrumentals lined with tiny violins and crying cellos.
i lay back in the grass and shut my eyes tight.i am trying to forget about the city surrounding me.the sun beats down on me like i owe it money.this is the small stuff.ice coffee and a sandwich and cheese.

start our day happy.
things get better then they get worse.
that's the way life works.
its always gets better though.
be still.