rule number one when going ape shit in a semi suicidal episode: turn the knob of the door…then push open, not the other way around.
…then laugh about it the next morning when you see the bruise.
have you ever felt like you’re facing a large void…pure simple emptiness? have you ever felt like the walls were closing in on you constantly? strange isn’t it? it doesn’t suit me well i think but it’s something i’m feeling everyday without an actual exit. i’d eat a whole fuckin’ box of oreos if i had some right now.