Long time, no pen on paper.

Seventeen days into the year, and already i know this one will not be an easy feat.
it almost could have been an easy, carefree summer filled with friends and laughter and staying out far too late being far too far from sober. Already lies a deception have crept into my fresh sheets staining them with anger and hurt.

YOU are the biggest creation of lies ever to walk this earth. you fucking charm people with your simple smile, your bullshit that lays behind those fucking eyes of yours and you favourously lie and tell them what they want to hear. then you back-stab and hurt and stomp on everyone who poses a threat to your game; those who know what you can be like. even those who haven't done a thing, you spread lies and shit all over their lives. glare at what you are, cause it's disgusting. i hope you acknowledge all the pain you have to inflict upon the world.

long time, no pen on paper.