how do I keep coming back to this?
blood is moving fast, mean reds coming on, walls making me lonely, head down, keeping busy, trying not to yell, making tasks to not think, late november is hard for me, plagued with missing, can't say no to memory-demons, grey green off-white dingy diner feel of my old apartment reminding me of then and them, triggers multiply and shout at me, everyone wants to be remembered even if for the worse
(you came you saw you sawed her brain, you cut out all the parts that held your stain x)
youre my baby
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