Sometimes you have to spill it...Everything is looking angelic to me. Like I'm already on the stair case. As if I've seen the last thing to take my breath away. Shit, I'm even cool with death. Everything I'm made of is slipping through the depth, Words I didn't say crept up on me...See More »
Hello, I'm still here...Is something I say at least three times a day. People are either planning my funeral, Talking about replacing me or saying Its useless to spend their time on me because I'm dying. Anybody could die at any time. #bigtimerush
Is this a sign of growth?I used to have so much to say when I was younger. Everything was worth saying. I built myself a filter of steel and now have trouble breaking my silence. When did I start censoring myself? How did I not notice me doing it?
