The Way I See It

Are you ready to be happy yet?

When James Keenan says “take my hand”, you know he doesn’t mean hand holding.

To Lana.

I despise your vulgar sexuality.
I hate that you smoke tobacco and weed. I loath your disregard for me when it came to flirtatious “friendships” online with people behind my back.

I saw greatness in you.
You’ve delivered nothing but secrecy, regret, lies and shame.

Enjoy fucking with randoms. Enjoy the loneliness inside.

You’ve earned it.

And you think the loneliness might kill you, and it almost does.

Whatever you’re going though, it will pass. Nothing can hurt us forever.

Oh my god, James Keenan <3 _ <3

The feeling of approaching doom.

Lonely girl.

Just want cuddles.

Sometimes an indescribable pain is felt by people; they feel a deep sorrow, an amplified loneliness that hits sudden and hard. One feels small and alone, yet unique. A chill runs down my spine, I get the feeling again. A moment that means something for some reason, yet nothing comes to mind but your first love, the person that passed, the times you abused yourself. Everything that matters boils to the top and you feel as though you are toppling over. You cry, and it is your soul coming out of you. This is who you are, and have to live with. Everything from here on is uncertain, and that scares you.